“Do not disparage my fletching’s accomplishment.” Ophan Mira’s red wings were pulled in tight along her spine, barely poking out from behind her even tighter shoulders. “No sinner is simple and no sin inconsequential. Humans are complex, even the lowest scorers.” I blinked at Mira. I couldn’t remember a single instance my ancient professor had stood up for me, and yet here she was, standing up for me. The verity stretched out her wings. When male angels did it, it was seen as courting. When females of our kind did it, it was a show of dominance. “You forget I was once a fletching, Ophan.” “I
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