No one knows where she came from — only that the horses obey her.
They call her The Keeper, though none can recall her real name. She appears in storms, her boots muddy, her gloves clean. Horses calm at her presence — even the wildest ones. It’s said she speaks to them in silence.
No one knows her age. Her accent is unfamiliar. She rarely speaks, but when she does, it's like frost on the wind. Every stable she visits prospers — or falls silent.
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Some say she’s just a story. Others know better.
“The world forgets names — horses do not.”