Indeed, not everyone walks in the Nexus at all. A pair of ravens sit on the edge of a rooftop gutter, one preening underneath its wing, the other watching her with beady little eyes. Though their bodies are young, the souls housed beneath those fluffy feathers are ancient, perhaps even divine.
"Who?" the watching raven mimics her, a pointed question aimed back at its speaker. "Who? Bite?"
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"Who?" the watching raven mimics her, a pointed question aimed back at its speaker. "Who? Bite?"