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Raven's Blade.

Raven's Blade.

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Chapter 1 Snow

Word Count: 1223    |    Released on: 05/06/2022

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ringly, spitting out the snow that had accumulate

here the first yellow leaves are already visible among the moss, look out for a mushroom cap cunningly h

es

lying. "Sudde

t occurs to me today to wear a black sweater, then tomorrow there will be an earthquak

an unscheduled test. Throw your neighbor a "night of heavy music" in gratitude for the last "night of drunken yelling." It's time to organize a rescue expedition to a tree in order to rescue a skinned yard cat from there. At the same time: to br

cart of consequences: a scolding from the director, an obscene

n the middle of August, it means that before that you either got into a time machine, or a

t was just th

ky with knives

short blade and a lead typesetting handle, into which, out of a sense of beauty, an unknown craftsman inserted rings of orange translucent plastic. Finka lay in my secretary for a long tim

n the subway, in my own entrance. Perhaps the only places not covered by my specific talent were Antarctica and the Moon. Although, I can bet th

ained the most

ble russula rolled, but another trophy flaunted behind my belt. Friends were mortally envious and shrugged, they say, some are lucky. I also envied them - I really wanted to proudly bring home a full basket of mushrooms, always with a slide, a

. Penknife, canteen, ordinary, hunting, home-made, folding butterflies, "miscarriages", new and almost rotten from rust, large and small, sharp, bent, blunt

deftly used by sellers in the market, and miniature specimens, without practical use, but cute. They filled the drawers of the desk, crowded on the bedside table,

. The question never arose of what to give for a birthday to

is message by ears confused by other problems, then the matter was solved simply. The collection was surveyed with a keen eye, the most suitable copy was chosen, and it's all in the bag! F

y in response. At thirteen she just shrugged her shoulders indifferently, at fifteen she diligently tu

s were immediately adorned with cuts. Shallow, but unpleasant. These monsters seemed to warn: "Better not joke, we can do without you, but you are unlikely to be wi

" Mom shook her head doubtfully, as if sensing a catch, but she couldn't refuse - it's not every day for an only child to turn sixteen. Moreover, I rarely ask

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