The old witch crow with grey at her sides did walk upon terra bare of space from the ground. She heard the laugh to loud so to hide the uncomfortable Truth the dread before them that they bore was playing in their head as she stepped upon the guild stones set before her; first through the woods, tweets, barks, and caws, then stones upon the almost crescent moon so hard to see it might not be. Dances with words the old witch crow sang out loud to build a sound foundation albeit floating in the air and there she changed a call of canon.
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