The Distant Affair
The horse was white. It stood in the center of the court, untouched by the dust that coated the armor of the men who surrounded it. Its mane was thick and black, a stark ribbon against the bone-pale hide. It did not flinch when the spears lowered. It simply breathed, its flank rising and falling in a slow, rhythmic pulse that seemed to mock the tension in the air. Commander Silas Vane watched...
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