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I Felt The Currents Move. The Grains Of Sand Whispered Against Each Other. His Wings Were Lifting. The
“I felt the currents move. The grains of sand whispered against each other. His wings were lifting. The darkness around us shimmered with clouds of his gilded blood. Beneath my feet were the bones of a thousand years. I thought: I cannot bear this world a moment longer.” “Then, child, make another.”
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