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Beneath a moonlit sky cracked by distant thunder, a ragged convoy of feather and grit pressed forward. Beaks low, wings tucked, they navigated the jagged asphalt river—not out of mindless instinct, but defiance. The tales whispered in coops spoke of the Other Side: a sanctuary beyond farmhouse spotlights and the Butcher’s silver grin. Tonight, the legends pulsed in their blood. A storm brewed, yes, but so did rebellion. One hen, her left claw still crusted with the mud of the last escape, led the charge. The road wasn’t a barrier—it was a covenant. Each scurrying step cracked the yolk of captivity. They crossed because the Other Side wasn’t a place. It was a promise. And promises, even those caged in riddles, taste sweeter than feed.
