• The Crow Flies Straight.

The sanguine sky was a bloody battlefield of red clouds that gripped the sun in its palm. The trees were ablaze sending embers to fly in the only to dissipate like a dream. A single crow, black as midnight and proud as a lion stood solemnly watching the world burn.

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