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chasm.
Brutal mountains rippled away in every
direction, but he cast his gaze to the southeast.
To Morath, looming far beyond sight.
He’d been able to shift into a raven that
night in the Eyllwe forest. Now he supposed
he only needed to learn how to fly.
He reached inward, to that eddy of raw
power. Warmth bloomed in him, bones
groaning, the world widening.
He opened his beak, and a throaty caw
cracked from him.
Stretching out his sooty wings, Dorian
began to practice.