It was past dark when I reached the city and I’d mostly shoved my ghosts back into their graves. I let the gray mare pic — Deborah Wheeler, Northlight
It was past dark when I reached the city and I’d mostly shoved my ghosts back into their graves. I let the gray mare pic — Deborah Wheeler, Northlight
It was past dark when I reached the city and I’d mostly shoved my ghosts back into their graves. I let the gray mare pic — Deborah Wheeler, Northlight
It was past dark when I reached the city and I’d mostly shoved my ghosts back into their graves. I let the gray mare pic — Deborah Wheeler, Northlight
It was past dark when I reached the city and I’d mostly shoved my ghosts back into their graves. I let the gray mare pic — Deborah Wheeler, Northlight
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It was past dark when I reached the city and I’d mostly shoved my ghosts back into their graves. I let the gray mare pick her own pace and browse in the grain fields along the way.

— Deborah Wheeler, Northlight
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