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this herdland's a wondrous place. full of enchanted springs, luscious forests, and breathtaking winter wonderlands, silverfall has it all; that is, silverfall had it all. peculiar things have been happening, disrupting the equine inhabitants' natural habits. nobody quite knows why - is it possible that silverfall's enemy, spiritreach herd, is behind all of this? or could this be blamed on the paranormal? nobody truly knows, not even the herd elders themselves.
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