What lay at our feet wasn’t a miracle or a monster. It was the aftermath of a hunt. A predator—maybe a fox, a stray cat, or a silent hawk—had taken its meal and left only this fragile sphere of feathers behind. The body was gone, consumed completely. No bones, no flesh, just an eerie, weightless husk still pretending to be a bird.
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