
The air had changed.
For weeks, the roads had been nothing but dust and duty, the endless stretch of foreign soil beneath my horse’s hooves, the weight of negotiations and councils pressing like a yoke across my shoulders.

The air had changed.
For weeks, the roads had been nothing but dust and duty, the endless stretch of foreign soil beneath my horse’s hooves, the weight of negotiations and councils pressing like a yoke across my shoulders.
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