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>*The irony of his daughter's appearance was not lost >on the aging stallion. One of the reasons for his >re-emergence into life had now fallen into the same >mire of despair she had helped rescue him from. Slow, >measured steps announced his approach to the mare, his >head bobbing gently with every stride. Shaggy strands >of onyx hairs adorned his arched crest, rustling in >concert with his jostling movements* Misa *he called >softly as he arrived at her side. Velveteen nares were >pressed tenderly to her gaunt features as sorrow and >empathy bloomed in his gaze* What has brought you to >this? *Pain etched through his dark eyes, it was hard >to see his eldest like this. She had always been the >rock, a fount of strength. How could this angel have >fallen?*

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