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... ession on a bird’s face, but somehow, Duncan got this inkling sensation he could. There’s wisdom in those slightly reddened bird eyes, and the two green irises were clearly reflecting his image.
“A… Dove?”
After stalling for several seconds, Duncan finally started to mutter something under his breath.
Why a dove? Why did a dove suddenly pop up? Why is my brass compass still hanging on this bird’s neck? How did that dagger come about?
All in all, a thousand words c ...
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