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They shared a carriage that rattled, bounced, swerved, shuddered and shrieked along a dark country road. They had bounced around inside the horse-drawn carriage for the entire journey in silence until this moment. The horses that pulled the carriage neighed nervously, more scared than their driver, who hurried them onward, and for good reason.
11 Romanian, meaning outside.
“I’m sorry?” said Jonathan, lonely, alone in a strange country and not the faintest inkling that his life was about to be changed forever. “This might be the roughest coach ride I’ve ever been on.”
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He was being jostled around in the haggard coach like a rag doll. Twenty-one years old, with dark hair and aqua eyes that made women smile, he fidgeted in discomfort. Harker wore a nice, sharp, brown suit that seemed to gather more and more wrinkles and creases with each passing bump, shimmer and bounce of the stagecoach. He rapped a gentleman’s cane against