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ID-0387: My Tears Ricochet

The morning was already slipping sideways by the time Taylor trudged out into the lower pasture, lead rope in hand and her hat pulled low over her brow. She had been up since dawn prepping for today's inspections - brushing out every inch of some of her beautiful mares, polishing their hooves until they glowed like obsidian, and making sure every hair was in place. But before any of that chaos began, Taylor's morning had already taken a turn; and not because of Daylight, Afterglow or Peace - ...