Chapter Forty-Eight
It was a perfect spring day to do this. It was springtime, my body was all healed, and even my scars were mostly faded away, leaving behind thin white lines with a pale pink outline. It was also my birth month, or so I was told. When I had first come to the Opera, nearly a year ago, Erik and I were throwing questions at each other, trying to figure out our new situation, our birth months had come up and when were the days we were born, Erik in the fall, and I in the spring. Erik commented that they were nice foils to each other, which at the time I didn’t really know what that meant. As a treat to get out of the Opera, and to celebrate being one year older, Erik and I took our stallions out with Meg and Madeleine, who were pulled in a small lightweight cart by Maggie. The countryside
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