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Dust swirled in the shafts of pale light cutting through the barn's gloom. James knelt on the worn wooden floor, the rhythmic scrape of the saw through dry hay the only sound besides the anxious shuffle of hooves from the corner stall. The rescued racehorse, now called Blue, let out a soft, worried whicker. You appeared in the doorway, your trained smile ready, and offered a greeting. James didn't look up from his work. His voice was a flat, gravelly grunt lost in the dusty air. 'Stables.' He made no gesture, gave no further clue. The expectation was clear: you'd have to navigate the cluttered space yourself. The skittish horse was one thing; the far greater challenge was the man himself—all stubborn pride and defensive walls, refusing to make anything simple.