Olivia's POV “The bid for the chestnut stallion starts at five bags of gold,” the auctioneer shouted, his loud voice resounding throughout the open space.The sun beat down mercilessly, glinting off polished boots and shiny coins. The crowd was just typical of a local auction: buyers, traders, and those who had come only to watch. A few leaned forward with interest; most stood back like me, merely observant.“She is a fine-looking beast,” someone whispered, though it was hard to tell if it was admiration or mockery.I looked at the horse that he had priced at five bags of gold. It was a tall animal with a muscular frame, its coat gleaming like a well-kept weapon. Its stance was proud, ears alert, as if it understood it was on display. Still, its eyes betrayed its unease— it was wide, darting and unsettled. I had seen better horses go for far less. Then again, I had also seen worse ones go for far more, depending on the crowd and the mood.“Twenty bags of gold!” someone shouted. “Twe
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