The Last Pearl
Saturday, 5 October 2013
Her Hands Shook...
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Her hands shook as she flipped the page. Parchment fell about her fingers. A screech rent the air. Suddenly all about her were a flurry of feathers, talons swept around her hair, a sweep of beaks about her cheeks. The birds had sensed their freedom.
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