[The first thing to greet Lucrezia on this road is a raven, swooping down from overhead, carrying something.]
Dark wings, dark words.
[There's no one to say the words, but they'll echo in her head all the same. The raven lands and drops its package at her feet- it's large, too large for a real raven to have been carrying.]
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Dark wings, dark words.
[There's no one to say the words, but they'll echo in her head all the same. The raven lands and drops its package at her feet- it's large, too large for a real raven to have been carrying.]