"Welcome," she said, her voice low and husky. "I've been waiting for you. You have the feather."
And so, I took a step forward, into the heart of the city's shadow, with the feather clutched tightly in my hand. "Welcome," she said, her voice low and husky
As I picked it up, I felt a sudden chill run down my spine. The feather seemed to vibrate in my hand, as if it was alive. I turned it over, studying it carefully, and that's when I saw it - a small, almost imperceptible mark on the shaft of the feather. It looked like a symbol, but I had no idea what it meant. " she said