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Monthly installment for the Mystical Menagerie folder. This story features a lot of pleasure and creative ways for stallions to solve their pressing urges. It started as a very little smut story, but by the end it developed into a real adventure. Follow Nightwind as he finds a way to break his chains for good and earns his freedom!

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_ EDITS :_

I was not thoroughly happy with the version I uploaded yesterday, so I went through a second draft.

--> The flow of the story has been noticeably improved. Events follow a much smoother curve

--> Details have been expanded. I added roughly 500 extra words

--> Grammar correction and other small edits have taken place

_ If you have previously read the story and found certain parts odd or unintelligible, I recommend you go through it again. It's a sweet, quick read! _

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Tied. That's how Nightwind found himself every time the Master stole his female. He took her by her bridle, strolling through the open doors of the barn before the sun properly greeted the sky.

"You know better than that, girl," the Master hissed.

The mare snorted, tail flicking impatiently. Nightwind stomped his foot when her tail vanished from sight. He needed the fertile fragrance oozing from her sex. It has been days since her heat started, and it didn't get any easier. Like him, she had a need solved only by her kin. The humans couldn't help her, nor the dogs that barked and lurched at her uneasiness. None understood.

None apart from Nightwind. The stallion hit the slimy floor with a hoof, nostrils flaring. A heated gust of air shot through his opened mouth, followed by restless snorting. His female was gone, but her scent still lingered. It spread around the barn, coating the sow's dirty stench and Nightwind's own excretions. He liked keeping his half of the barn clean, yet days of captivity offered scarce options. He eliminated the waste near the sow's pen, attracting the pest's attention every time he did so.

Dirty, ugly creature she was. Waste beckoned her. Even now, she squealed and stuck her dirty snout between the holes in her fence, sniffing at the pile of dung laid just outside her reach.

Nightwind kicked her fence, forcing the plump creature back. She looked nothing like his radiant female. Grime coated her overly fat skin. She had no mane to boast with. Her tail was twisted and awkward, and her legs too short to even walk properly.

With a disgusted shake of his head, the black stallion turned around and slapped his tail around, washing off the stale scent. The rush of wind washed across the barn, stirring other, more pleasant scents. Nightwind picked up the sweet fragrance of his female. He lowered his head, sniffing the stone insistently. The smell increased. Closer. Closer.

Clink Clank! His fetters shrieked in protest as he pulled against them. Nightwind whinnied and reared, kicking at the air. That did nothing, apart from venting a small measure of frustration. His hooves fell back on the stone with a clack and he walked around, nostrils wide and blood boiling with desire.

He wanted her. He wanted to graze her pale mane and sniff her muscular neck. He desired to inspect her muscular build with his nostrils until he reached her magnificent white tail. Only then he could push it aside and inhale a true taste of her moist lips.

The mere thought of her wet, squelching sex sent Nightwind's lust into a frenzy. His black member enlarged and fell between his flanks, veins bulging with arousal. Nightwind stopped. A might throb surged across his length, forcing his arousal to jolt and slap against his belly. His muscles tightened. He held the grip, pausing his breath until a bead of liquid lust trailed across his length.

Nightwind whinnied. He thrust forth, expelling the clear droplets. Desire took him strong this time. His heart pounded inside his chest, and his nostrils no longer brought the needed amount of air. He huffed like a beast struck by heat and resumed his pacing. With every clack on the ground, his member slapped to the sides, sticking to his belly every time he throbbed.

Nightwind couldn't wait. His tail lifted, revealing a black leathery sack holding two spheres. His puckered tailhole clenched, tugging at the shivering balls. That sent his pleasure into frenzy. The instinct to mount took hold of him, along with the desire to impregnate. He wanted to bury deep into a female and unleash every drop of his warm, fertile seed.

Nightwind neighed and reared again. His front legs sought support as his member straightened like a spear. Jolt after jolt of pure pleasure raced through his formidable length, tickling his flared tip. It engorged like a mushroom, revealing the moist hole sheltered in the middle. Three quick spurts of milky arousal gushed out. He humped and thrust into the air, then dropped back with a desperate moan. The air offered no caress and little stimulation for his heated lust.

He needed something better. Something physical he could rub against. What could a stallion do without a female to mount? Nightwind looked around, ears flicking impatiently. He had the large water-bringer the Master used on the far left. His chain barely managed a quarter of the distance. Ahead of him was a chipped grey wall, and behind the barn's sturdy doors. They stood closed. Nobody entered when his mare was gone.

Only on his right opportunity presented itself. The sow's den was a murky, disgusting place, but the fence had just the right size for a slender hoof to pass through. It was tall enough to match Nightwind's shoulder and the holes slightly larger than his throbbing member. Throbbing...need...seed...

Without a second thought, the lust crazed stallion threw himself against the fence. The fat sow retreated, squealing. Nightwind cared not for her high pitched squeals. He had a much pressing urge to solve.

Pushing his forelegs over the fence, he thrust himself forward. His muscles bulged and trembled as his black length surged forth, piercing one of the circular holes.

Pleasure rushed through him, slithering along his rock hard cock. He whined, dancing on his legs. The metal was cold, but the pressure felt so right. So tight!

Nightwind pushed his black cock forth, grazing his length against the metal. The stimulation tickled his senses, causing his tailhole to clench. Every squeeze brought new waves of pleasure, urging the stallion to plunge deeper.

That was exactly what he did. Moaning furiously, Nightwind thrust in and out of the hole. The roughness was far removed from a female's slick insides, yet the touch heated his blood better than anything. He pushed all the way to his balls, pushing them against the metal before retreating.

The caress felt better than expected. Too good. Nightwind tensed, biting back the lust filled moan rising from his throat. Pressure rushed along his length. It was hot, wet, and burst with unexpected might.

Nightwind almost tripped under the unexpected release. He surged forth, pressing his tightening balls hard against the metal. His flared member jutted forth, tense like a spear. It throbbed once, twice, then unleashed a mighty spurt of pearlescent seed far across the pen.

Nightwind neighed louder than ever. The intense pleasure blackened his vision and stole his senses. All he knew were the heavy clenching of his balls and the throbs that carried his fertile seed out through his pulsating member. Each splash was harder than the last, forcing him to tighten his muscles further and further against his overly sensitive prostate.

The sow grumbled and squealed, lifting her head towards the warm shower. She took it across her snout, inside an eye, and soon inside her slapping mouth. Nightwind emptied every drop of his lust, moaning blissfully as the pleasure slowly lessened. He unleashed a few weaker spurts, then prepared to dismount when a cold presence brushed against his tip.

He looked down to see the sow sniffing and licking at his member with a clammy, dripping snout. The stallion kicked back. His hooves slipped on the dung and he fell, meeting the hard floor with his back.

A gruff cry escaped him. The shock hurt less than his pride. That dirty, smelly sow actually touched his pride! He shook his head with disbelief and collected himself. With his lust temporarily satisfied, there was little to do besides walking around in circles, peeing, shitting and sleeping.

He awoke when the dogs started barking. The barn's doors opened with a groan, revealing the glorious form of his female. She walked inside the barn, favoring Nightwind with a warm glance and a soft whinny.

Nightwind shot on his legs. The master threw him an icy glance. He was indisposed, and any misbehave led to punishment. Nightwind learned as much the first dozen times he rebelled against his metal chain. So he retreated to the wall, watching with obvious interest how his female walked towards her collar. The grace in her steps was only matched by her brilliant mane. It had the color of the sun itself, blazing in the warm light flowing through the open doors.

"Don't do anything stupid," the Master slapped her neck once her collar firmly embraced her neck. "You know better than that girl. Heat is no excuse for stupid."

She bowed her head, earning a good pet on the head before the human departed. The doors slid back into place, plunging everything into dusk. The two equines waited, still as a bale of hay, until the sound of steps disappeared into the clamor of the chicken and the other farm animals.

Restlessness ensued after that. They tried to reach and caress each other. Nightwind pushed and tested the strength of his bonds, struggling to reach his female. She was absent the whole day, yet hay and water failed to quench her desire. She turned her perfect form around, presenting her rump and the shivering lips hidden underneath. She had a different type of hunger, one snuffled only by Nightwind's raging erection.

The stallion moaned, dazed by her fertile scent. He pulled his lips up, inhaling the heated air. The maddening scent rubbed his lust into frenzy. He had a female ready to breed posted in front of him, with a raised tail and two lips dripping with desire. She looked back, whinnied softly, then clenched her muscles, effectively winking at her stallion. Her pink flesh parted and squelched, milking itself of the dripping heat. Gooey drops fell between her lips, trailing down until they met the cold floor.

Nightwind hardly handled the teasing. He reared and thrust mid-air, failing to pierce his mare. He started his pacing, huffing and snorting every time he throbbed. Every instinct inside hum urged to mount and mate, but his tie prevented him from fulfilling his lust. He could only stare and cry for his female's squelching sex...

Or he could seek pleasure again and release the burning pressure seething inside his loins. Nightwind looked at the fence. The cold metal brought him pleasure before, but it lacked the warm touch of flesh. When he looked back at his female, Nightwind decided. He wanted something equally warm and enticing to go with the lust filled scent waffling throughout the barn.

With a sharp thrust, he guided his rock-hard member around a foreleg. Then, he arched his neck towards his tail. His lips shivered and smacked, desperately trying to reach the black member that tensed and throbbed.

Nightwind slammed a hoof on the ground. Too hard. It was too hard to reach. He turned back to his female and stretched his head towards her oozing cunt. Inhaling sharply, he gathered all her scent and moaned with desire.

The mare winked and threw her head up. A heavy clench froze her lips. She muffled her own moan, then released it at the same time as her ivory lust. Gushes dropped from her overflowing sex, gooey and white like Nightwind's seed. The stallion licked and bit the air, desperate for a taste. The liquid smelled better than life itself. He wanted to cover his whole head into it and taste it in every way possible.

But he couldn't. The metal chain was too strong. Nightwind snorted angrily and relaxed his tense pose. His mare turned around, flicking her messy tail out of the way. She tried to rub her head against his, but the gap between them was far too large.

Both horses lay on the ground. Nightwind stood on his side, still throbbing with unfettered urges. He watched his female push her head between her limbs to nuzzle at her sex. She was unsuccessful...

...but Nightwind had no such limitations. He repeated the same gesture, plunging his erect cock into his opened mouth. Warmth surrounded him faster than he expected. With the scent of heat surrounding him and his pent-up arousal, Nightwind didn't last long at all. He shivered and moaned, thrusting erratically as his warm seed burst forth. The gooey liquid shot into his throat, choking him.

Nightwind coughed, spewing the warm slime out of his throat. He kept thrusting though, swallowing the rich amounts of semen after every spurt. He never had the pleasure of tasting his own seed until now. It was creamy and delightfully rich. He played his tongue around the oozing tip, prolonging the blissful as long as he could. The warmth of his mouth extended his orgasm beyond its normal limits. When Nightwind finished, he ached all over from flanks to tail.

Carefully, he removed his overly sensitive member from his mouth. A gush of seed fell, splashing on the cold ground. The mare whinnied her interest, looking at Nightwind's member curiously. He snorted, nuzzling his member back into its sheath with careful consideration before he locked eyes with her.

Was she enjoying the sight? Nightwind never knew. He just sat there and basked in the afterglow, seed dripping down the sides of his snout. His female laid her head down, and Nightwind did the same. Releasing drained his energy, and he had nothing better to do but sleep, eat, pace around and repeat.

That was how the following days unfolded. The Master came to take his mare away, only to bring her back when the sun reached its zenith. Nightwind never knew where he took her or why. He had no power to do anything. His towering height and his strong muscles were useless when he was chained to the wall all the time. The master said it was temporary. Just a safety measure until his mare's heat died down. After that, Nightwind could return back to his grazing and running.

And still be tied to a different post by a different tool. Even chicken or lesser beings had more freedom than him. Just the day before the Master came in for the daily inspection. He looked at the sow, grunted, then pointed at the ground. Nightwind didn't know what he meant until the old man squeezed his balls.

Nightwind could have killed him. Humans were weak. Fragile. Master would have crumpled like wood underneath Nightwind's hoof.

And then what? Trade one cage for another? Killing his previous owner had no advantages aside of a female in heat to lust over. Nightwind received dirty hay to eat, murky water to drink, and little freedom aside from what the younger boy offered.

The Master called for him now. The boy answered with a pitched shout. Nightwind whinnied excitedly, only to earn another slap on the balls and a sinister squeeze around his limp cock.

"No more seed spilling," the Master growled. "Do you understand, horse?"

Nightwind bowed his head, looking at the stone below.

"You know what happens, yes?"

He snorted in acknowledgement.

"Then obey, or I will have your balls cut."

He finally released his grip and departed.

Nightwind didn't move. The Master scared him. His temper was fierce, and his punishments cruel and sinister. He thought back upon the last few when the boy burst through the sunlit entrance.

"Greetings, my lovelies!" He said excitedly. "Today we are going to do a bit of brushing and, if time allows, a story. How does that sound?"

Both horses whinnied excitedly and tensed against their fetters. The youngster smiled and closed the barn's doors. "There we go. It's going to be nice and quiet now," he said, then turned back towards the two equines.

"Who wants to go first?"

Nightwind pointed a hoof towards his female, then reared, displaying his glorious form.

"Always so selfless. Very well then. We'll start with your mate."

Mate...he liked that word, and the warmth it brought. Nightwind waited patiently, following the white furred comb as it passed through the mare's bright mane, down her hindquarters, then all the way to her rump. It ventured so close to her dripping lips, and felt so good. He watched his female release her pleasure twice during the brushing session. The boy was always so gentle and considerate, soothing her with swipes of his hand while she moaned and cried with lust. He was even tempted to relieve her burden. She declined though, and the boy insisted no further.

"Your turn now," he walked towards Nightwind, moving the comb from one hand to the other. "Where should I start?"

Nightwind pointed his head between his legs. His cock was out in full force, slapping against his belly with strong, deliberate throbs.

"Oh," the boy chuckled, rubbing under the stallion's jaw. "You want me to service you then?"

Nightwind shook his black head.

"Come on. The Master said nothing about you!"

He shook his head yet, ears drooping.

"Wanna do it yourself then?"

He nodded twice, then pointed his head at his female.

"With her, eh?" the boy sighed, rubbing Nightwind between his nostrils.

"I know your pain, my friend. I had a mate too once," he slid his hand higher, obtaining a soft whinny as he reached Nightwind's forehead. The stallion lowered his head further, encouraging the human to scratch his luxurious mane.

He chuckled and ruffled through the soft hairs. "So needy! Just let me continue my story, will you?"

Nightwind snorted once.

"Thank you. Now, about me and my mate. We...we were like you two," he said, shifting the comb through the black mane. "We had to meet in secret. My parents never approved of our union. I loved her, and the only thing I wished in the world was to show her my burning feelings."

Nightwind whinnied softly, enjoying the simple caress. It made him throb harder and stirred his restless seed, but he remained as still as possible.

The human appreciated that. He slid the comb along his side, reaching all the way to his muscular flanks.

"I sought support from my parents, siblings, anyone, but...nobody wanted to aid me. I was alone. Just me and my silly thoughts."

Nightwind thrust, moaning softly. Precum oozed from his member, dribbling on the stone with a soft splashing sound. The boy nodded solemnly. He stopped the circular motion and tied the comb at his belt.

"I know how this feels, my boy...I don't want the same for you, Night. Maybe...maybe I can change that for you two."

Nightwind perked his head. The boy scratched between his nostrils, hugging the great stallion's head.

"Would you like that, dear Night? To feel the warmth of your mate? To properly love her?"

He voiced his approval, nuzzling into the boy's chest.

"Then do it quick. The Master likes to check on things. He can be here at any given minute!"

Nightwind's heart increased his beats. The human meant every word he said. His hands rushed towards the collar. A key appeared between his fingers, clicking inside the metal. Freedom was so close. So close...

With a short click, the collar came off. The boy took it off, patting Nightwind's chest. "Go on, boy. Fill her with the love and affection I have been denied in my youth."

The little human stepped away, revealing the radiant mare. She whinnied and paced around excitedly, tail lifted on proud display. Strength filled Nightwind's muscles, along with unbridled lust. He looked quickly towards the barn's door. He could break the doors and escape. The Master was threatening, but even he could not outrun a stallion.

He shook his head. That felt wrong. Treacherous. Everything had a price. If Nightwind escaped, his mare and the boy would pay for his freedom. He looked at Nightwind with a hopeful smile, pointing at the mare.

"Come on now, boy. Wrong time to be shy. Take her," he patted his rump encouragingly.

Fill her. Mate her. Instinct urged. Nightwind gave in to the pressing need and walked towards his mare. This time, there was no barrier between them. He pushed his snout below her tail, nuzzling and licking into her cunt. She tastes so sweet, and smelled even better. Nightwind moaned, teeth clattering with arousal. He brushed and sought to rub against his future mate, but she insistently turned and pushed her dripping sex against him.

She wanted to be mated, not fondled.

Nightwind mounted her without hesitation. His straightening rod pierced right through her soggy lips, into that tight, folding warmth. It felt like nothing he ever experienced. Flesh surrounded him from all sides, caressing his whole length.

Nightwind moaned and thrust excitedly, pushing deeper inside. She contracted, squeezing his flaring tip. Raw pleasure coursed through the stallion's trembling flanks, so intense his balance wavered. He gripped her tighter with his front legs and steadied himself with another thrust, sliding inside with a wet, noisy squelch. The metal fence became a distant memory. Even his own tongue and saliva failed to excite him this much. The past ejaculations felt lifeless and drab compared to the pleasure of mounting.

Throbbing fiercely, Nightwind pushed again, and again, feeling his resistance slip with every thrumming heartbeat. His mare rocked and shivered. She padded back, tightening around Nightwind's huge cock. Each thrust brought him closer to the edge of delight. Huffing excitedly, Nightwind lodged himself as deep as he could. His flared tip met a wall of flesh that tightened instantly around it.

The mare moaned out loud. Her tail slapped, and her insides collapsed upon one another. Liquid warmth seeped from her depths, washing over Nightwind's flared member. The intense heat traveled from his tip towards the base of his member, where it warmed his tightening balls.

The stallion could take it no longer. He forced his shivering legs for a final deep thrust and burst inside his mate. The first spurt made her moan all the louder, forcing her sex into another convulsion. The walls tensed, milking Nightwinds's highly sensitive length. His cries broke under pleasure's intense caress as he gushed out wave after wave of fertile semen, flooding his mate with his seed.

It felt right. And tight. And unbearably warm. His bulged veins filled his member with blood, amplifying the pleasure of each spasm. Nightwind kept himself firmly lodged inside, moaning with each spurt of fertile semen. He felt the pressure traveling from his balls and through the shaft, all the way to his stretched tip, where his seed sprayed inside his female. He held back days. Days of lusting and fantasizing over this. Now, when he finally found himself nestled inside his mare, Nightwind unleashed every drop he had.

This was the best mounting he ever experienced. Once the throbs lessened, Nightwind regained his breath. He remained inside his mate a little longer, depositing the last remnants of his seed before he slid off her. A gush of mixed fluids splashed from the mare's overflowing lips, greeting the stone with a wet splash.

"Ouch," the boy chuckled. "Guess you filled her a bit too well."

Nightwind whinnied softly, dancing on his unsteady legs. He felt weak after such a thorough mounting. His mare faced a similar predicament. She swayed her head, lost in the blissful aftermath.

"Lets get you back before the Master notices," the boy said. He directed Nightwind to his cage and tied the collar in its place.

The stallion nuzzled him gleefully. He was more grateful than ever for the small human's assistance.

"Shh. Don't mention it," the boy hugged and kissed between his nostrils. "I would stay and hug you, but I have to get rid of the evidence before the Master returns."

And that meant getting his hands dirty. The boy gripped Nightwind's seed filled cock between two fingers and slid down its length, catching the falling seed in a cupped palm. The contact felt irritating, but Nightwind voiced no objection. He watched the boy run towards the mare's trough, where he washed himself off the milky seed.

"One down, one to-"

The barn's doors flung open, revealing the form of a man nobody wanted to see.

"You're taking long, boy," the Master said, deep voice oozing with disappointment. "I need you feeding chicken, not fondling horses."

"I wasn't fondling, sir."

"Like you can lie to me. That brush of yours touches everywhere."

"Heh," the boy smiled uneasily. "Lets go to the chicken then. No more brushing."

The old man raised a hand. He fixed his squinting eyes on Nightwind and pointed with a finger.

"Why is he hard?"

"He got excited, sir," the boy answered. "You know how frisky stallions are."

"Aye, aye," he approached. "But I gave him no permission to spill seed."

"He didn't! No seed here."

"Then what do you call that?" he spat on the ground next to a pool of gooey fluid.

The boy froze. He shot Nightwind a desperate glance. The stallion moved forward, only to be interrupted with the same raised hand.

"It's...it's from yesterday!" the boy cracked.

The master bowed and scooped his finger inside the pool. "And still warm? What shit are you feeding me, boy?"

"I'm- I'm not-"

He got a kick in the balls and a shove that sent him falling face first on the ground. "Don't fucking speak. I'm gonna get a headache from all those lies."

The Master turned his eyes to Nightwind. The stallion froze in his place. Fear gripped his muscles. He was going to be punished. He knew it.

"Now I only have you. A useless, dumb horse that can't even speak." The Master took a step closer, then another towards Nightwind's drooping head. He grabbed the stallion's chin between his dust filled palms.

"Will you lie to me too, horse? Will you?"

The stallion shook his head as much as the grip allowed.

"Then tell me," the Master pressed harder. "Why did you spill?"

He remained still.

"Cause you're dumb, that's why. And you will be fucking punished," he ended that with a punch.

Nightwind's nostrils stung. He snorted softly and took the pain without complaints. He knew the Master was not done with him when he brought that sneering head closer to his eyes.

"Show me how and where you released, or I'll have your fucking balls."

Once those brutish hands slid free, Nightwind pointed his head towards the fence.

"The sow, eh? Isn't she a sweetheart?"

Nightwind nodded. The Master took a good look at the pen, and returned with a dark scowl spread about his face.

"Yet I see no seed there, so I ask you again, horse." He punched twice, earning a soft cry in the process. "Where did you spill your seed?"

Nightwind remained silent. He could endure the punishments. He was strong enough to survive. He was-

The mare beat her hoof on the ground and turned around, revealing her still oozing insides.

It only took a brief glance for the Master to lose his temper.

"You fockin mated her?" He shouted in Nightwind's face, punching him again before he rushed towards the retreating mare.

"And you allowed him to take you!?"

His face was red with rising hatred. That was a terrifying sight to behold. The mare kneeled under his booming voice, releasing a soft, pathetic whimper.

"Oh, Sally. I will make sure you are raped by every beast and filled with every type of seed in the world before I'm done with you!"

He kicked her hard in the vagina afterwards, pulling back a glistening boot. She pushed her head inside her forelegs and pulled her tail over her sex, but a second kick never came.

The Master went for the boy instead, grabbing him by the scruff like an obedient pet.

"I'm going to take care of this problem first. My servant will find it difficult to unlock your collars with two broken hands."

The boy screamed and moaned while Nightwind thrashed against his chain with unfettered might. Something snapped inside of him. He could not allow this sadistic human threaten him and his mate any longer. He pulled back and jumped forth, obtaining a chuckle from the old man.

"Try that again. I dare you."

That's exactly what Nightwind did. He surged again, and again, and once more, stretching the chain to its very limits. With a crashing groan, the stone anchoring the metal broke.

"Well, fuck." The Master gasped.

He turned around too late. Nightwind bit his head and threw him into the ground, where his hooves crashed almost every bone in his body.

"H-holy dang. You killed the master!" the stable hand said with amazement.

Nightwind nodded once and rushed to his mate. She raised her pale head and gently pushed into Nightwind's neck. He rubbed her fiercely, sharing in his burning affection. She was safe now. That's all that mattered.

The boy stepped between them, trying to find the lock to the collar.

"We have to leave quickly. If the other servants catch wind of what happened, they're going to kill us all."

Nightwind snorted. That was never going to happen as long as he drew breath. The collar clicked free, and the boy threw it away.

"Run now. Free yourselves! I can-"

He froze when Nightwind crouched before him, pointing towards his back.

"What? You want me to-"

He interrupted the human with a soft push and pointed again. This time, he finally got the message.

"I don't know where to go! Without our ID cards, we will be captured or shot on sight!"

Nightwind cared for none of that. He insisted until the boy climbed on his back, then shot on his feet and ran past the open barn gates, closely followed by his mate. He took upon the vast wheat field stretching behind the barn, vanishing into the deep unknown. Even if the boy was right, spending his last breath with the sun shining above and a mate by his side worth more than an eternity spent in darkness.

So he ran, swift as the wind. Every stride filled him with purpose, and every breath filled him with hope, until the barn became an insignificant dot among a field of gold.

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