As I stepped out onto the Mongolian plains from the warmth of my tent, I filled my lungs and savoured the advent of spring. It had been a harsh winter, as usual, and it was good to throw off my winter clothes.
My horse was tethered outside and gave me a knowing look. We were both anticipating a steady canter towards the distant mountains. My eagle stayed hooded as I stepped into the stirrups…
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