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The savanna stretched toward the horizon, a sea of tawny, wind-brushed grass beneath a sky that roiled with the heavy, bruised promise of rain. It was the golden hour, that fleeting window when the sun, though obscured by dramatic, towering cumulus clouds, bathed the landscape in a monochromatic glow of silver and charcoal. The air was thick with the scent of dry earth and the sharp, ozone-tinged breath of an approaching storm.
Four silhouettes emerged from the tall stalks: the matriarchal heart of the herd. They moved with the silent, heavy grace of tectonic plates shifting.
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