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At first, the horse turned away from Luna’s small hands. She tried offering apples, but he snorted and stepped back. Others had learned to read his moods. But Luna, undeterred, sat on the grass outside his stable each morning, humming lullabies her grandmother had taught her. "You’re not afraid of me," she’d say. "Why?"