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Of its youth, Gem Snow remembers nothing but this whip. The boy with the whip at his belt never once found the…

Of its youth, Gem Snow remembers nothing but this whip. The boy with the whip at his belt never once found the heart to strike. Then he vanished, leaving the horse to a life of hollow glory and the din of an alien tongue.

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