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In the depths of the jungle lives a Devil Bird of the night whose cry was said to be the last sound you'd ever hear. And its black, hollow eyes that reflected nothing but her torment, her cray, a haunting, mournful wail, carrying the weight of her endless grief, and horns that jutted from her head like a crown of despair, the spot bellied eagle owl was a sight that could freeze blood.
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In the depths of the jungle lives a Devil Bird of the night whose cry was said to be the last sound you'd ever hear. And its black, hollow eyes that reflected nothing but her torment, her cray, a haunting, mournful wail, carrying the weight of her endless grief, and horns that jutted from her head like a crown of despair, the spot bellied eagle owl was a sight that could freeze blood.
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