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... ling as he threw his hands over his ears. He squeezed his eyes shut until he saw dancing sparks. The black wings beat the air just above his head.
thump-whirr, thump-whirr.
Like a heavy cloak snapping in the wind.
He hated the black ones. They were too loud.No he did not hate it,hate was such a strong word.
He liked them less.
Their eyes were like bits of polished coal that saw too much. His brother, the Brave, had once told him ravens could talk. Gils had ...
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