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Beyond the weathered fence posts, where autumn shadows stretch like forgotten memories, I spotted an old mare standing motionless in the dying light. Her eyes held stories of yesteryear, reminding me of tales my grandfather once whispered about horses that carry secrets between two worlds.
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Antony - The Storyteller
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