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For one yawning, terrible moment, Richard believed he had once more stepped back in time. The carriage clattered along the rutted roadway, the horse as real as anything else in that strange, constantly changing world. Not a dream, perhaps not even a nightmare. Settling himself, he closed his eyes, then sprang them open again. Still there, still approaching, the big black horse proud and straight. His dad, who had crouched down at the first sight of the carriage, now stood dazed and confused.
As the carriage drew closer, slowing down to almost a dead stop, Richard could clearly see who the driver was, and his stomach flipped with the recognition.
Dressed in a long raincoat that covered most of her body, the hood thrown back to reveal her face, reins held loosely in her hands, sat the
