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A murder of crows flew across the sky, gliding through the clouds as they flapped their wings, the sunlight falling on them made their black feathers shine.

With a shrill cacophony the crows dove down, flapping through the trees lined on the roadside.

A car drove through an empty highway, the engine whirring as the tires rolled on the asphalt, tinted windows reflecting the sunlight.

Despite the season change and the onset of winter, the sun shone in the sky, spotless clean and blue, if a bit faded.

Inside the car, two men sat in the backseats, both of them were silent and the atmosphere around them remained heavy as one of them looked out of the window.