The graceful sign hanging from a post said Lattimore Meadows. The name sounded like a McMansion subdivision, but this was the real thing. Old money. Real power. A horse grazing in a nearby field raised its head as they slowly drove past. It was a beautiful animal, dapple gray. “Why’s that horse wearing a hood over its ears and face?” Maisie asked. “Flies or sun protection,” Raphael said. “Doesn’t it bother him that he can’t see?” She twisted in her seat. “It’s a fine mesh over the eyes. Do you know how to ride?” She shook her head. “And I’d like to keep it that way.” “Too bad.” Trent slapped him on the shoulder. “She’d rather be ridden, I think.” Even though Raphael smiled, he still seemed disappointed. The limo came to a stop in front of a mansion surrounded by majestic oak trees.
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