He found himself on a rooftop looking down at the mangled hydro wires slicing through the air — creating arbitrary grid patterns.
What he enjoyed most during these times was the sight of the ravens, perched precariously across the wires — balancing themselves like sentinels guarding their unseen riches below.
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