The rain thundered to the ground, the gloomy clouds slashing at the ground with powerful bolts of lighting. Angered rumbles came from the sky. A lone raven perched atop of leafless tree. A single black feather fell before me, I turned to look at it but it had already gone. I picked up the feather, looking at it. It was tattered and a crimson liquid embossed onto the spine. I placed it with the other clutter of feathers in my hat and walked onwards, the storm wasn't giving way anytime soon and I was not ready to face what it was planning to start next.

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