Silverfur04

“She’s in there.” My guide, a tall, stocky man with stains on his clothes, gestured to a thick stable door that had extra wooden beams nailed to the front as reinforcement. “If you can get her out, she’s yours,” The stable owner huffed, crossing his arms with a hint of amusement. I flicked open the door latch and heaved on the handle, opening the heavy door a fraction. As the man walked away to carry on his business, I peered through the gap, single beam of light entering the dark stable within. The stench of soiled hay and unventilated air hit me before I could even take a step into the dank space. Unwilli