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Silent Hooves: What Remains

Silent Hooves: What Remains

Greece, M. Mark

Paperback

General Fiction

ISBN13: 9798188660857
Publisher: Independently Published
Published: Aug 15 2026
Pages: 510
Weight: 1.34
Height: 1.27 Width: 6.00 Depth: 9.00
Language: English

SILENT HOOVES: WHAT REMAINS

The farm remembers. The pigs forget.

What happens when the revolution's last witness finally speaks?

On a farm where commandments are painted in fresh blood and vans disappear into the morning mist, an old horse lies in the field where her grandfather Boxer fell. She is the last animal alive who remembers the rebellion. The last who heard Old Major's voice. The last who watched Snowball's white coat flash in the rain before the dogs came.

She has kept her silence for fifty years.

But a white pig is crossing the river.

He carries a forged seal. A green bottle. A smile that never reaches his grey eyes. He speaks of water pumps and elections and a farm where every animal will finally be equal. The young ones believe him. The old ones recognize the shape of something they have seen before.

The axe forgets, the tree remembers.

If you loved Animal Farm, this is the story Orwell couldn't tell, because the farm never stopped running. Because the vans never stopped coming. Because some animals are still more equal than others.

Silent Hooves is a searing literary allegory about the machinery of power, the cost of survival, and the quiet revolution of memory. Set in a world where silence is survival and remembering is the most dangerous act of all, this novel asks the question we're all afraid to answer: When the strong devour the weak, what remains?

A hole in the floor. You will step around it. You will try to forget it is there. But you will feel the draft every time you walk past. From the Foreword

What emerges from the mud when a system is built to forget, and a handful of creatures refuse to let the truth die?

For readers who believe that memory is resistance, that silence can be a weapon, and that the story of the powerless is the only story that matters.

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