The crowd of spectating crows grew denser, until over a hundred birds crowded the treetops. Countless beady black eyes watched them. Emi walked beside Shiro, bumping his arm with every step, her gaze moving from one tree to the next to the next, unconsciously trying to count the birds that surveyed her so intently. Shiro stopped. She took a half a step farther before catching herself and jerking her attention from the forest canopy to the path ahead of them. A large oak had long ago fallen across the meandering trail. Most of its branches had broken off or rotted away, but a handful of thick
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