Amy

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Their hooves clopped softly against the soft earth, and the sky smelled like rain on the way, and everything about the moment was inevitable; everything about the moment had been coming for her since the moment she’d walked through a door that wasn’t and into a world that somehow knew enough to know that it was going to need saving. Not just saving: saving by someone who loved it.
Across the Green Grass Fields (Wayward Children, #6)
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