Squinting my eyes and resuming the frenzied spurring, I headed unflinchingly towards the setting sun. The gap between my steed and the couple of pursuers was widening, we were almost outside their shooting range.
The Mythic Circle: Vol. 2021:
43, Article 18.
Available at: https://dc.swosu.edu/mcircle/vol2021/iss43/18
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