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... amp like a skeletal finger pointing toward the sky. It was a temporary structure, hastily erected from salvaged timber and reinforced canvas, but it served its purpose well enough. Inside, dozens of message ravens roosted in carefully maintained cages, their dark eyes watchful, their bodies primed for long flights across hostile territory.
Countess Aliyah Winters climbed the narrow stairs to the top of the tower, her armor clinking softly with each step. The raven master, an elderly man ...
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