The barn smells of leather, hay, and magic thick enough to taste. Sunlight slices through the slats in the wood, catching the dust like suspended stars. I stand near the back stall, arms folded, a storm coiled beneath my skin. The air is restless, the Hollow whispering like it knows something I don’
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