CHAPTER 2 Resolve “You want us gone,” the mare Malmira finally said, giving material breath to the immaterial quest that had been shaping itself in Shepherd’s mind from that day he decided to seek for answers. “Not only gone…destroyed.” Shepherd stood up straight; a son prepared to defend himself against the accusations of mischief. He inhaled, coming to the very cusp of speech when… “No,” Malmira interrupted him: halted him. “Not to me alone will you plead your case. Come.” Shepherd blinked in the face of the mare, and when he opened his eyes he saw that they were no longer on the Green Steppes looking down on the city of Malmot. Instead, he found himself...
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