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Crowquill Symphony


The stallion before you looks to be on the heavy side, a bit too fond of rich food and hard liquors. He twirls the pen in his hoof, eyes half-lidded as he scans the page. "Sup." He says.

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A stallion sits alone in a moonlit cell, starring out on the grove beneath him as he dreams of freedom.

One shot inspired by Warren Zevon's song Prison Grove. If you're interested in something happier, check out the other fic I based on a song, Fluttershy's Ball.

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great story, sorry so few people have seen it.

2449888 Thank you for your appreciation. Feel free to tell your friends.

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