[She rests her elbows on the desk where her locket rests and runs her fingers through her long shaggy hair as if to extract the memories from her mind.]
The Black Shuck. Covered in the blood of the White Hart. Blood flowing down to the sea. Eagles fighting serpents.
And this horrible humming noise that seemed to rattle my entire being.
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[She rests her elbows on the desk where her locket rests and runs her fingers through her long shaggy hair as if to extract the memories from her mind.]
The Black Shuck. Covered in the blood of the White Hart. Blood flowing down to the sea. Eagles fighting serpents.
And this horrible humming noise that seemed to rattle my entire being.