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Frenzied Fiction
I looked up. Father Time and Christmas had vanished from the room. The fire was low and the day was breaking visibly outside.
“Let us begin,” I murmured. “I will mend this broken horse.”
I looked up. Father Time and Christmas had vanished from the room. The fire was low and the day was breaking visibly outside.
“Let us begin,” I murmured. “I will mend this broken horse.”
