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The glade is still, and all that is heard is silence.
There's not even a breeze in the air.
The animals sleep. All is calm.
Then suddenly, a faint scream.
Chains snapping, wood shattering.
Thundering hooves racing towards the grassy field.
Shouts from everywhere, and a sudden wind whips up.
The earth trembles, the trees shake,
The corrupt unicorn has broken free.
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