THE PATH OF RENUNCIATION

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Toward evening, the dark blue was covered with clouds. Tall and dense, they rushed from north to south, casting huge gray shadows on the ground. The rising wind slightly swayed the tops of the huge fir trees and sorted through the pines with shaggy curls. It got noticeably cooler.

Turning off the road, Liramel launched her horse across the grass. The emerald-colored carpet breathed as if alive, and it seemed as if they were not jumping, but slowly swimming against the current towards the billowing green wave of the forest.

She frowned uneasily, choking on a premonition that clenched her heart. Everything around seemed to freeze and lose its color. Lyramel had already experienced something similar the day she first met Mark, but this time the strange feeling seemed even stronger and sharper. Involuntarily whipping the horse, she pulled it into a gallop, but immediately pulled the reins. It was impossible to succumb to fear… “Even if you are stronger than the enemy, fear will make