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The rains turned once solid ground into sticky mud, which sucked and slopped at large hooves. The creatures, stuck in perpetual motion, groaned and huffed hot mist from their noses, the shared weight on their shoulders never comfortable, but never too much for one or the other.
They were bound together by heavy chains of unbreakable metal which looped about their necks, wrists and legs, and served as another constant reminder of their place in this world.
They were the pillars of the tower, they kept it steady, insuring the success of those who lived in the structure above them.