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His drumming is the thunder of a thousand hooves, the serene flow of a moonlit river. But he alone hears the u…

His drumming is the thunder of a thousand hooves, the serene flow of a moonlit river. But he alone hears the unsounded note beneath it all: a princess's sigh, stolen by the wind before it could become a word.

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