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The forest shuddered, a thunderous crash of splintering wood and celestial light as something—someone—plummeted through the canopy. I stood nearby, the warmth of the test bowshot still lingering in my palms. A villager had asked for a blessing on his gear, and I’d obliged. 'A large bird, Father,' the hunter said, pointing toward the plume of disturbed earth and ozone. Adjusting my clerical collar, I trudged forward, my blue eyes sharpening. The scent of crushed pine and something metallic—holy blood—filled my lungs. Pushing aside a curtain of ferns, I froze. There, amidst the shattered greenery, lay a figure of shimmering light, magnificent wings broken and dim. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic beat of awe and dawning horror. I knelt, white hair falling across my vis…