Eddies began to swirl in the pit of her stomach as Feorhwen sped through the market gate towards the one place she had vowed never to return. More than two years ago, when she had first found herself adrift in this land, the sight of the inn with the rearing horse painted on its signboard was like sunlight after a storm. Now it only filled her with a sickening sense of dread.
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