Gaines led him deeper into the maze of canvas corridors until the party sounds faded to a distant murmur. New noises reached them…a horse snuffling, chickens clucking, a goat bleating somewhere in the dark.
The corridor opened into a wide space of wooden pens. The air smelled different here - of hay, horses, clean straw, mixed with the faint, smoky tang …
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