igor2003
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As the sun slowly sets through the silvery sage you look to the west and see a cloud of dust and hear the drum of thundering hooves. As you watch a great white stallion approaches and astride the magnificent steed is a man, dressed all in black, wearing a black mask with his cape billowing out behind. The pair gets closer and closer as the pounding, pounding, pounding of the great hooves fills your ears. And with a puff of wind the rider and steed pass through the thread and disappear into the gathering dusk. That was just a distraction while I sneak in from the back and grab the win, then disappear before anyone even knows I've been there.[/size]
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