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A hundred birds perched on the ground. Some of their heads tipped at different angles. A few had spread their wings as though preparing to fly. No two birds were identical, but they were all made of stone.
Is this how Liam’s bird was made?
Even as I thought the horrible question, I knew it couldn’t be true.
Liam’s bird was stone brought to life by his magic.
The birds on the barren hillside were living creatures cursed to become stone.
“What sort of sorcerer could even manage a thing like this?” I knelt beside a bird, studying the prefect outlines of the feathers on its wings.
“I know a few. But none of them are children, and all have spent years training,” Finn said.
I balled my hands into fists, resisting the temptation to touch the bird and feel the texture of its stone feath
