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- Even so, and knowing there would be no convincing him otherwise, I watched as Blake appeared on the back of her black mount, a gelding with little in the way of tack or gear but for his saddle, stirrups and reins. Blake brought the mount to a halt in front of the wall, the horse nickering nervously as it paced at the ground.
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