I’m as strong as metal, yet free as a bird. What am I?
They have not flesh, nor feathers, nor scales, nor bone; yet they have fingers and thumbs of their own. What are they?
Ancient knowledge few can know. In the night is where I roam. Vermin I snatch in my holy flight. None will beat me with my sight.
I can be cracked, made, tolled, and played — what am I?
As a whole, I am both safe and secure. Behead me, and I become a place of meeting. Behead me again, and I am the partner of ready. Restore me, and I become the domain of beasts.
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