Picture a serene barn in the rolling hills of Sykesville, Maryland. A man in a prison uniform runs a brush along the flank of a horse that once thundered down a racetrack. A few years earlier, that horse might have been headed for an auction lot, or a truck bound for a slaughterhouse. The man was headed for a cell and a calendar of empty days. But today, they’re standing in a sunlit paddock and are learning to trust each other.
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