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The image of the crows in her dream came to Allysa's mind. She pictured them flying around her. Birds of carrion, of darkness, of death. She concentrated on the Key, imagining it opening the realm of the Ebonmere, trying to create an opening in her mind--a conduit for Nocturnal to enter.