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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2023
Submitted to Contest #204
Medda galloped. Hard. Sweat soaked the lining of her hat and beaded on her chestnut flank as she practically flew across the desert surrounding the small town of Hope’s Landing. The flat valley, dotted only by sagebrush and jutting rocks, radiated heat from packed dirt reflecting the afternoon sun. She had to use a cooling spell (heatstroke wouldn’t help anyone), but found it difficult to concentrate beyond her sinking in her gut that told her something was wrong, wrong, Wrong! That, in turn, meant her usually precise control fluctuated dras...
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