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It is night, a winter's night with snow and ice outside. Morgan should be inside, inside the bar and her room and bed. Curled up with blankets and a book and possibly her boyfriend.
Should be.
But isn't.
No, instead, the pregnant young witch is outside but inside - outside the bar, but inside the stables, and stroking her horse's neck thoughtfully. Her expression is dreamy, but slightly distant.
As if she isn't really there.
Should be.
But isn't.
No, instead, the pregnant young witch is outside but inside - outside the bar, but inside the stables, and stroking her horse's neck thoughtfully. Her expression is dreamy, but slightly distant.
As if she isn't really there.