[ the spectral wings flash across tony's mind—the blur of feathers and shadow, the terror in that woman's voice. is this why the people of treviso revere the crows, like they're heroes dispensing justice in the dark of the night? for the way they can bring torturers like that woman to their knees in an instant?
stepping outside the cellar, tony breathes a little easier. the fresh night air helps to organize his thoughts, and he has questions. ] Who were those people?
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stepping outside the cellar, tony breathes a little easier. the fresh night air helps to organize his thoughts, and he has questions. ] Who were those people?