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Fifty Word Fiction

The Return

Ineffably, the mountain rose skyward, lifted by tens of thousands of sparrows, all single-minded in the task. Their wings beat warbling cadences, shifting the air with a whistling not heard since the expulsion of angels from heaven. On the mountain, lost cherub looked down, wishing for freedom, fearing another Fall.

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