He passed two steps away, whistling a short melody, and the sound dissolved outside.I moved forward again, my fingers brushing the wood of the stalls to keep myself steady. A brown horse stretched out its muzzle, warm and damp, and I stroked its forehead in a quick gesture.At the back, a smaller door stood half open, more yellowish light escaping from beneath it. I reached it by hiding behind the piles of straw, pressed my shoulder to it, and pushed slowly. The room had a long table covered with horseshoes, bottles, thread, and needles, and a bucket of water already dark.The smell of herbs and alcohol came first, then the voice.“Stay still, do not move.” It was low and firm. “That’s it, like that, breathe.”I froze.The woman had her back to me, red hair twisted into a messy bun, loose strands stuck to the nape of her neck with sweat. She was leaning over a filly lying down, the animal’s leg wrapped in
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