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Chapter 23
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2022-01-18 02:09:38LYRA
Everything is black, and then I hear a little voice counting. “One, Two, Four, Five, Seven…”
Another voice breaks through the darkness in my mind. “Emerson,” the little voice squeals. “You have got the numbers all wrong again.”
Slowly my vision comes into view, and I am in the stables at Silver Wolf. But the stables are different. The stalls are full of horses, they have never been full before. I slowly walk towards Snowflake’s stall, relishing in the feel of the straw underneath my feet. A feeling of shock overwhelms my body when I see her. Her beautiful white coat has turned gray, and she looks so much older. “Oh my sweet Snowflake,” I cry as she nuzzles her nose in my hair.
“Ready or not, Mommy,” one of the little voices yells. “Here we come.”
Before I know what is happening my fe
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