Maggie was walking along a dark tunnel, hands up against the stone walls so she could feel her way. She saw a dim light ahead, and the tunnel started to open into a large room. There was a gate made from wood blocking the room, and as Maggie neared it, she could hear the quiet nickering of a horse.
“Chloe?” Maggie whispered. “Chloe? Is that you?”
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