From my bag I retrieve the down feather of a phoenix and lay it upon the mage’s chest.
Another one fell from the sky today. It landed on my old pickup, with legs sprawled in every direction, long neck draped over the headlights.
From my bag I retrieve the down feather of a phoenix and lay it upon the mage’s chest.
Another one fell from the sky today. It landed on my old pickup, with legs sprawled in every direction, long neck draped over the headlights.
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