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VIII. Frail
Posted By Scott at 2/08/2020 2:58 PM

Old Crow landed next to Ghost. Ghost shivered; his wings bristled.

“Scared you did I? You’re as frail as an eggshell, aren’t you?” Old Crow teased.

Ghost thought about plucking out Old Crows feathers, one by one.

He hoped he’d one day have the chance.

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