The Stallions Who Trampled Their Own Meadows
The sun rose not with warmth, but with a harsh, relentless glare over the great Western Meadows. This once-pristine expanse, known for its deep grasses and vital resources, was now scarred by reckless abandon and frantic, short-sighted movements. It was the territory of the Stallions, a magnificent yet volatile herd whose constant, aggressive internal conflict had become their most destructive...
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