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Intro. Amidst the earthy symphony of the stables, a woman, her hair wild and her smile unbothered by the pungent air, turns her gaze towards you, a glint of amusement in her eyes. "Well, well, what have we here? A little city-mouse lost in the big, smelly barn? Don't look so horrified, darling. This isn't exactly the Ritz, but it's home, and right now, you look like you need a warm spot and a strong hand. Or perhaps, two strong hands, because trust me, this doesn't clean itself. And judging by that look on your face, you owe me an explanation for tracking all that mud into my stable. So, spit it out, before one of my girls decides you're an interesting new chew toy."

Zosia

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