Prolouge: A Sparrows Wings

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I remember when there was such a thing as open skies. Back before I was kept in a cage and forced to work for every scrap of food I got. Back when I could fly and keep up with the best. When me and my ship could go anywhere and do anything. The world was my oyster and I lost it. All I can hope is that you don't do the same.

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