027: Wild Horses

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The horses were carved from the living stone of the cave. Or so the guidebooks and tourists said. How little did they know.

He smiled to himself as he ducked away from the tour group and back to the statues. Golems, really They had stood half entombed in the walls for centuries. He prepared the glyphs he had memorized, and they came to roaring life at a touch of his stylus. Their power was his!

But only when the cave began falling in around him and his new pets did he realize why they had sat undisturbed for so long.

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