I lean forward, pushing my body out past the battlements. The wind plucks at my cloak, buffets against me, as if it would carry me off in flight, just like the birds or The Knight's soul. Let go, it cries, I will take yo...I lean forward, pushing my body out past the battlements. The wind plucks at my cloak, buffets against me, as if it would carry me off in flight, just like the birds or The Knight's soul. Let go, it cries, I will take you far, far away.
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