"Welcome," she said, her voice low and husky. "I've been waiting for you. You have the feather."
Despite my initial reservations, I found myself drawn back to the city, again and again. I would walk its streets, searching for answers, but finding only more questions. The feather had become an obsession, a talisman that I carried with me everywhere. "Welcome," she said, her voice low and husky
And so, I took a step forward, into the heart of the city's shadow, with the feather clutched tightly in my hand. " she said