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“Girl grabs Dari’s hand. “Don’t forget what it’s like to run, Dari. Do you remember the feeling of the breeze flying through your hair when we used to run through the forest? We were young and freer then, with thoughts of how we’d like our futures to be.”

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Adira and the Dark Horse

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