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"Two for the mist," Elara continued, swinging herself up. The horse’s muscles bunched like coiled springs. The villagers called this madness. No one crossed the Weeping Woods during the Great Deluge, but Elara’s brother was burning up in the loft, and the medicine sat three valleys away in the hands of a hermit who didn't take visitors. "Three for the shadow."
"One for the mud," Elara whispered, tightening the cinch of the worn leather saddle. Omitome let out a low, vibrating huff. Omitome_-_Girl_with_Horse_-_1-to-4_.zip
Omitome let out a piercing neigh that shattered the silence. The world folded. The valley disappeared, replaced by a landscape of white sand and obsidian towers. They had reached the Fourth Step—the shortcut through the world’s spine. "Two for the mist," Elara continued, swinging herself up