A Sacrament of Crows
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A Sacrament of Crows

The sacrament of crows on the alter of the raven. All heads were bound in the screeching row in the plummets of the cavern. Each damned a feathered silhouette than from the center's fire. The Birds of Hunt! The Birds of Prey! “Beak! Claw! And Ire!”

Call them this The Screaming Words for they alighted every tongue. They beat their wings a hurricane for the deeds to be undone. The bones of birds that burnt to ash smeared on every beak. Who's blood was spilled has been repaid. Lest no one dare to speak.

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