Behind the throne were rows of rails, too many to count.
And on the rails sat an ever-changing number of ravens, continuously coming and
going on their master’s business. He summoned a new messenger with his left
hand, giving it instructions in the secret tongue while an arriving raven whispered
in his right ear before returning to its perch. The other birds reluctantly
parted to make room.
The door opened and the ravens fell silent. The self-conscious
footfalls of the visitor echoed through the silent hall. They stared at the
ground to avoid the peering eyes of the black birds.
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