Chapter 8: Pursuit

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"Freen and Becky rode swiftly through the night, their hearts racing with excitement and fear.



They knew their families would stop at nothing to catch them, and the thought of being dragged back to their old lives filled them with dread.



As they crossed into the neighboring kingdom, they heard the sounds of horses behind them.



Their families' henchmen were closing in, and a desperate plan formed in freen's mind.


She whispered to Becky, "We need to split up".


Meet me at the old windmill on the outskirts of town. Trust no one my love".


With a kiss, they parted ways, each other riding into the darkness alone".


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