She knew she couldn’t stay much longer. Soon someone would notice that she was missing.
Stepping backwards, she stumbled over loose stone and glass, landing heavily on a pile of rubble. A bolt of pain flew up her arm and she cried out, the echo of her voice sounding lonely as it reverberated through the ruins.
Scrambling to her feet she ran, and in her terror she did not see the blackbird that flew out from behind her, its small dark eyes watching the stumbling girl with the wild red hair, as red as the blood on her fingers.
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