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Corvus. The bitter voice, The hissing voice, The shadow over water, Croaked my name to eternity.  Corvus. The voice again.                                 Corvus. The eyes. Pale-sky born, caught sun like orbs of ice. Corvus. The face. Darkening with Migration, Centuries born. Through this darkness and depth, it came once more: Corvus… it’s time. My name, my time. I must carry on. Carrion. The tunnel was dug long before - walls of root and sinew, meatless bones met new-born vo