The stable smelled of hay and horse sweat and something older,...

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The stable smelled of hay and horse sweat and something older, something that belonged to the earth itself. Eleanor Whitfield stood in the doorway and breathed it in the way a drowning person breathes air—like it was the only thing keeping her alive.

Golden Spirit stood in her stall, her coat dull and her ribs showing through the faded bay coloring that had once been the pride of Whitfield Manor. She was seventeen now, past her prime, past the races that had made her famous and her owner wealthy. But when Ellie looked into her eyes, she saw something that time and neglect had not entirely erased: the memory of speed. "Hey, girl," Ellie said...

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