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... n shades of grey and purple like a bruise that refused to fade.
The ground was still wet, soft mud sticking to Zorawar’s boots as he knelt beside the riverbank. In his hands, he held a tiny bird, soaked and shivering. Its feathers were covered in mud. Its small beak opened and closed weakly.
Vyuk stood behind him, arms crossed, watching.
"It’s not dying," he said quietly. "It’s waiting. Waiting for you to decide if it should live."
Zorawar didn’t reply. He stared ...
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