When he saw something shining among the leaves, he froze, expecting it to be a weapon. A hush fell on their group as they realized that it was something entirely different. There in the clearing up ahead was a unicorn. It had a shape similar to a horse’s, but it was closer to the toy horse of a seven-year-old’s most fevered imagination than it was to any real animal. Its long, graceful lines seemed chased in silver, its mane and tail rippling in bright rivers and total defiance of gravity, and its horn was pearl. It turned and observed them with one tranquil dark eye, a pool that beckoned as
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