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... carried on the wind like mournful chants. Dust rose with each frantic hoofbeat as the herd thrashed in panic.
One among them stood out, a massive bull with a powerful frame, long black horns curving like fate itself, and four sturdy legs that now trembled with helplessness. His dark eyes burned with unwillingness, yet resignation clung to them like a shadow. He was yanked forward by the horns, dragged toward a waiting truck. His cries, deep, guttural, and broken, rang through the field, ...
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