The storm batters your carriage as you try to coax your horse just a little further. You’re so close to home, but the storm is getting worse by the second. Suddenly, a large black shape darts between the horse’s hooves, and the gelding shrieks and bolts, sending you flying. You strike your head and slowly stand, disoriented and wounded. You see the cat running to a nearby cottage and sitting on the porch, nonchalantly watching you. You stumble to the cottage and knock on the door, shivering.
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