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... a caffeine-drunk owl, wings snapping open and closed with sharp beats of air.
His silhouette flitted across the moonlight like ink strokes on paper—sharp, fleeting, precise. Then, without warning, he froze mid-perch, talons scraping concrete. His golden eyes narrowed into slits.
He creached, voice like gravel, pointing east with a casual flick of his wing.
Han Ji-a blinked. For a second, her face went blank—then her brows furrowed hard enough to cut stone.
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