Cult of the Horse: Fall from Grace
By OverAndOut. Moonlight slithered across the backs of wheat stalks, shifting in the cool summer breeze. Three cloaked figures walked noiselessly along the edge of the field. In the distance, they saw the flickering lights of a town, the proprietors of the rustling field. “We are almost there,” said Mary, “Remember, we are guests here.” “Yes, mother,” said the others. Mary’s children did not know why they had walked so long in the dead of night but obeyed without question.
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