Chapter 41
The rain had passed during the night, leaving the capital washed clean beneath a clear autumn sky. Sunlight glimmered on rooftops still damp from the storm, and the streets below carried the quiet freshness that always followed a good rain. Brielle opened the kitchen window while Grandma mixed biscuit dough at the counter. Cool air drifted into the room carrying the scent of damp earth, and somewhere farther down the street a wagon rattled over the cobblestones. Grandpa looked up from the newspaper, folded it once, and nodded toward the bright morning beyond the glass. "Good. Maybe the weather will convince people to stop talking about horses." Grandma smiled without looking away from the bowl. "Only if you stop bringing it up." "I wasn't bringing it up." "You've mentioned it twice si
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