Galen
I stood on the porch of the New England colonial farmhouse, surveying my surroundings. The stone barn across from me was nestled in the middle of a clearing, surrounded by woods. A black horse stood in a fenced enclosure next to the barn—a paddock—a voice whispered. The word was unfamiliar to me, yet I knew the voice was right. The whole scene felt oddly familiar—both comforting and disquieting at the same time. I had been here before, I was as sure of it as I knew my own name, e