The Distant Ghost
The iron bit bites into your mouth, tasting of rust and old blood, as you tear through the fog that clings to the cobblestones of the ancient city, the leather of your harness creaking in a rhythm that matches the frantic, hammering drum of your own heart. You are not merely riding; you are being propelled by a force that has long since transcended the mechanical, for the horse beneath you, a...
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