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The trainstation

Their bodies cluster under metal ribs, showering travellers below with graveyard dust, feathers so old, the slightest breeze would destroy. Yet they sit, watch, select from the passing crowds below. A single sound, unheard by many, felt by the young in loud piercing cries, remembering their first journey here. Swooping low, wings spread, claws entangled … Continue reading