MILLENNIUM

The wagon picked up speed when Vindalf snapped the leather reins.

Hunter glanced at Eve, who gazed out the right-front window at the green hills covered with orange poppies and purple lupine.

“So far, who is your favorite Earth visitor? Not counting me.” Hunter asked, chuckling at his own satire.

The sage smiled. “I have no favorites. I have loved them equally, as I love you.”

“All right. Then, who did you think was really interesting?”

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