“Hawr!” cawed the white raven.
Gaiur couldn’t see it, but that mattered little. She couldn’t mistake that cry. She looked around, over shelves and up along the joists that helped support the sloped roof and walls of the old longhouse, but saw nothing. No preening rustle, nor shadowy form near the roof or anyplace else. Not even so much as a lost pinion l…
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