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Previous Chapter: https://wordpress.com/post/maqmasi.uk/782 The village court was an unusual but grand sight. Nestled atop a small hill, it stood surrounded by sprawling oak trees, its arched windows glowing faintly with morning light. Inside, the courtroom buzzed with an odd assortment of creatures—hens clucked in the gallery, squirrels chattered along the rafters, and at the highest
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Previous Chapter: https://wordpress.com/posts/maqmasi.uk The morning sun draped the farmhouse in soft gold, its light spilling through the slats of the stable and casting delicate patterns on the hay. The air smelled faintly of wildflowers and distant rain, mingling with the earthy warmth of the ponies. Lily, the old man’s 10-year-old granddaughter, skipped down the worn
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Previous Chapter: https://maqmasi.uk/2024/11/21/the-animal-kingdom-speaks-a-tale-of-morality-ethics-and-humanity/ The old man Arthur’s farmhouse stood quietly at the edge of an endless meadow, its weathered boards soaked in years of sunshine, rain, and the occasional storm. Life here followed a familiar rhythm—the gentle cluck of hens, the rustle of leaves in the breeze, and the steady hoof beats of Storm and
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