Previous Chapter: https://wordpress.com/posts/maqmasi.uk The morning sun draped the farmhouse in soft gold, its light spilling through the slats of the stable and casting delicate patterns on the hay. The air smelled faintly of wildflowers and distant rain, mingling with the earthy warmth of the ponies. Lily, the old man’s 10-year-old granddaughter, skipped down the worn

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