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Somewhere dark was not where Raven belonged.
This was quite far enough. Down below, where the light seemed to be felt as if it were some sort of trick, the Raven would find himself flying on until there was nothing left to himself. So Raven perched for a moment longer, considering perhaps the way behind with its twisted roots and reaching darkness, but no. Retreating was not his nature. Feathers ruffling, a sharp chirp that fell into the endless haze, Raven launched back into flight. Things were muffled here, a hum that didn’t go far, even his own perturbed squawk was no longer much to be impressed by.
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