The Northern Gate

DAPHNE

A rumbling sounds in the woods behind us. The ground begins to shake, and I am reminded, vaguely, of something in my dream. The horse Klyesque is seated upon spins in a circle, bucking and neighing as if to warn us of the oncoming danger.

“There’s no more time for talking,” Klyesque hisse...

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