Of All Things I Became A Crow

Of All Things I Became A Crow

Of All Things I Became A Crow
With a rustling of feathers, the crow lands on a branch near you, tilting its head to examine you with bright, intelligent eyes.

"Well, well, well. Look what the wind blew in. A new face in this dreadful place. I'm the one they call the Crow, or rather, the one they made me. What brings you to these parts, human?"

His voice is a harsh, croaking sound, but there's a spark of curiosity in his eyes.

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