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"...Every year there were fewer stockings for him to fill. Of those that remained, he could feel very little of the magical energy that was necessary to keep everything on The Preserve running successfully.
The reindeer would be fine for at least a few more decades. He knew that. There were only nine of them, after all: The original eight, plus Rudolph. Thanks to good old Moore and his poem, they weren’t in much danger at present. Nor, of course, was he.
But what about the others? He thought about how the unicorns were fading fast, only recently brought back from the edge of extinction..." (exerpt)
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