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... e damp earth. The cold night air hit his face like a sharp slap, but he welcomed it. His lungs pulled in deep, unfiltered breath — fresh, real, and alive.
He glanced around, and sure enough, Caldrin stood nearby, the dark stallion alert but unharmed. A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
"Looks like I wasn't gone long," Daemon muttered, brushing his hand along the horse's neck. "Lucky."
He pulled himself onto the saddle, muscles still adjusting to his new stren ...
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