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ID-0220: SS The Name of The Rose

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a bronze sheen across the rolling pastureland, where wind teased the tall grasses into gentle waves. Taylor stood at the edge of the old fence line, her worn boots caked with the dust of days spent among hooves and hay. Her silhouette cut a striking figure; tattoos half-hidden beneath rolled sleeves, silver rings glinting on her fingers, and her dyed blonde hair catching the last of the light in golden streaks. Before her, a scattered band of cobs moved li...