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Late homecoming
It was approaching midnight when Oerei at last pulled off his boots on the doormat of his residence. From the doorway of the bedroom he could already tell Ren’i was fast asleep on the bedspread, small face buried in the fur of his stuffed horse. He gave no reaction whatsoever to the faint creaking of…
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17: The rowan crest
The Eastern Sea had sent blizzard after blizzard rolling over Seiye, and the Mori plains were blanketed by a cover of snow half a metre in depth once they reached land two days later. Winter showed no sign of having had enough of tormenting the southern continent. The Khuusian mountain range looming in the distance…
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16: The cape of dreams
Hot air left the sand billowing, blowing it on the riders’ faces as their kooris carried them at a loping walk across the dunes. Ren’i coughed. Gusts turned the air even more dry and scorching, and he felt sand rasping between his teeth every time he clenched them together.



