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Literature
My Precious The sabino stallion walked slowly through the woods. His head was hung low, one of the few times it ever was that low. His mind was off wandering through the past, his hooves sounded hollow as they slowly walked through the woods. His ears were still alert as they swiveled back and forth like revolving door. Only stopping once or twice to relax the muscles.
His mind wandered through his past, of his mother, Pain and the rest of his old herd. Though most of them cold and distant he could remember the light his mother and Pain brought to his very cold world. Though Death had shattered one light, he had left one. Pain, his very bright light. Ho