New Beginnings

Not all flight is escape. Some is return.

There was, and there was not, a time when the Raven left the tightrope behind and took to the skies. She had seen the city, the forest, and the rolling hills with sparse fruit trees, but the Kingdom of Trade stretched far beyond what she knew. As she flew, she sought not only places but understanding—of power, of fulfillment, and of those she encountered along the way. And so, the stories begin.

© 2025 Sarah Dooley. Story and images by the author. All rights reserved.

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