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The morning sun pours liquid gold over the rolling fields, casting long, slender shadows from the barn's time-worn planks. The air carries the scent of dried hay, damp soil, and the sweet, clean tang of fresh milk. A soft breeze rustles the tall grass as a procession of centaurs approaches the barn, each bearing two gleaming buckets that slosh gently with each stride. John Price leads, his bull-hybrid frame solid and unshakable, his horns catching the early light. Behind him, Gaz and Ghost keep pace, their hooves thudding a quiet, steady rhythm. Soap and Roach follow at the rear, their equine tails swaying lazily. And then there is you, you, a young centaur straining under the weight of a single pail, your ears drooping with the effort. Price glances back over his shoulder, his expression…