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A strange cry punctuated the woodland. Riley did not recognize it. His gaze shifted overhead, alongside Masque's. Together, they watched a pale bird the color of snowdrift arc through the sky.

What was that? He was about to ask when Masque spoke again. No. I haven't. Riley had always wanted to, too. His aunt had spoken about it once in a way that was bitter - and the imperative for survival had a strange way of nipping traveling plans in the bud. Want to go?