Chapter 29 The Saddle Strap Snaps

Dawn broke over the Oakhaven Estates in shades of bruised purple and pale gold.

The morning air was biting and sharp, carrying the heavy scent of damp earth, crushed pine needles, and horse sweat. A thick layer of white frost clung to the tall grass, crunching loudly beneath Morwenna’s leather ridi...

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