The Faded Quadrant
The iron bit snaps against your teeth, a cold shock that travels down your spine and settles into the marrow of your bones, and you are mid-stride, kicking out at the air, fighting the invisible hand that holds you, your hooves tearing into the soft, damp earth of the valley floor as if you could dig a hole deep enough to bury the pain, the fear, the crushing weight of the chains that bind your...
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