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The fog is like thin, watery soup, beading on the fur trim of her riding coat.
European winters are so romantic, so melancholy. It’s quite easy to imagine that the local legends are rooted in truth, and that out there, somewhere, creatures older than time roam unchecked.
Adjusting her gloves, Victoria mounts her horse sidesaddle, as befits a lady.
“I wish to tour the property alone,” she informs her valet. “Please tell Mother I’ll return before supper.”
“It’s not safe, milady!”
I do hope you’re right, she thinks, hungry for adventure, starved for fun.
She rides to her frozen fate.
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