In the farthest folds of the countryside, where mist lingers low and the night air hums with memory, there’s a story people still whisper — a story too strange to be forgotten, too haunting to fade. They call it The Horse That Consumed Dusee — Plus Four.
It’s not just a tale of a man and his animal. It’s a warning.
Dusee was a farmer, the kind of man whose soul was bound to the land. His days were slow and honest — tilling soil, mending fences, watching the seasons turn like the hands of an old clock. Life was simple, until the day the horse arrived.