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For a moment, there was peace.

Kaelira was old. Her brass feathers had dulled to a patina of green and rust. One of her three amber eyes—arranged in a triangle atop her broad head—had gone white with cataract. Her left wing bore a scar from a poacher’s harpoon, fired twenty years ago by a man named Sorvus, who now lay buried in the belly of a sinkhole, his bones picked clean by crystal shrimp. topeagler

Then she heard the thrum .