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‘How could they even think of putting a suburb here?’ hissed Saffron in disgust. Magic pricked up her ears at the sound, but made no answer.
They stopped in a grassy clearing. Saffron pulled a piece of baling twine out of her pocket and wound it around a tree- trunk. She unclipped the webbing reins from the bridle, clipped one end to the headstall and one to the twine. Magic grazed peacefully while Saffron sat on a fallen log and ate her lunch.
