Iktome Plains a murder of ravens in fugue

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aria was indeed young; pearl was succinct and correct in her assessment. "ah. drama," he repeated, tasting the unfamiliar word upon his tongue. it was fitting, however. "what do you know of it?" he asked softly. perhaps if pearl was willing to provide him with any bit of information, he might speak with the young ones in turn. dissent could not be allowed to grow unchecked.