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  • Chapter 28

    ByMelody Crane

    The winged horse’s coat was seal brown, and the feathers of its wings were black. It watched Annalise for a moment with perked ears, before walking forward and snuffling at Helene’s hand.  Helene giggled, a sound that Annalise would have expected to come from a young schoolgirl, not a dignified chieftainess.  “No, you overgrown pony,…