Rook McNamara

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looking too closely, they might have passed as real horses. From thirty feet, even viewed through ferns and bracken, they were clearly something else. Each one of them had eight legs, in two sets, front and back. She could not see their hooves. They had no tails or manes, and the faces—oh, there was something badly wrong with the faces. 
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