But the
other hoofbeats did not stop. Nor did they fade or mingle with Bianca’s.
Instead, they pounded the road’s surface at an even faster rate, closer and
closer. Aurelia knew she could not outrun them. They would reel her in, pull
her down, overtake her. There was nothing she could do to stop the inevitable,
only close her eyes, hang on, and refuse to give her pursuer the chance to
breathe. Her heart pounded at the same pace as the hooves of her mount, and for
one long spectacular moment she saw nothing. Then the hand touched her
shoulder.
Exile - Anne Osterlund
Aurelia #2
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