When people in town spoke about the old gray horse at the edge of Miller’s farm, they called him Ghost. Not because he was pale or haunting, but because he seemed to exist somewhere between the past and the present — a reminder of something lost, but not quite gone. No one remembered exactly when Ghost had arrived. Some said Tom Miller bought him cheap from a traveling auction years ago; others swore he’d been born on the farm and simply outlived everything else. What everyone agreed on was that Ghost wasn’t just another animal. He had history in his...
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