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... fectionately called Bree’s Roost. It was a small room, almost like a shrine, with no walls - only the four cedar pillars that held up the top of the roof.
Bree’s wings folded slowly, feathers glinting like polished sapphire. Her eyes were the color of stormlight. She did not smile.
"My, my," she squawked, her voice musical and chirpy. "Here already?"
"You know I just can’t wait to see you, Bree," Rav said with a blush.
Bree strolled to the far side of the room and ...
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