Sheehan walked to the fountain and gently trailed his fingers along the water. It would do, at least. He handed the letter to the raven, who plucked it from his fingers. "Well, any words of advice?" he asked the bird who, predictably, was silent. "I guess we say the incantation now."
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Date: 2020-06-02 12:55 am (UTC)