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I’m back after a short break ready the present the final part of “Restoration” to you over the next few months as I finish bringing you the entire short story 8 – 10 sentences at a time.
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This week, after crossing into Ghendhar, Demeas gets closer
to his quarry as we begin part 3 of “Restoration”.
Demeas dismounted and looked over a mist-filled meadow. Besides an occasional nicker from his horse and the sound of snow compacting under Demeas’ feet, it was quiet. He looked up at the grey sky and wondered if it would snow all day. He knelt, touching the distinctive prints in the snow.
These tracks are made by a thrown shoe.
They were recent, perhaps an hour old judging from the amount of snow covering them.
“Today will be the day, girl.” She snorted, sending a plume of steam from her nostrils, which hovered for a moment around her muzzle before blending in with the surrounding mist.
He continued to follow the trail, the snow crunching under the weight of horse and rider.
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