He was there again…just below. I awoke as always to the power of his presence. My bare feet hit the cold floor. One peek—just one—out the window. It'd been three years since I'd seen this horseman. The Horseman. And, as then, his hand reached out, summoning me to him. A chill deeper than the winter cold embraced me and I wore it like a second skin.Three times he's appeared since Ichabod and I fled to Philadelphia. Why here? Why now? Why me? But whatever the reason, he wanted me—a want so strong, I was weak to resist. *The sequel to Sleepy Hollow is here!
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