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I grab my chair, ready to bat the birds back out again, back to wherever they came from, when they start to speakall of them talking together in a deep voice, more like singing than talking. Like a choir, direct in my headjust like the crackle from the cockroach in the Yard, or the whistle from the spider in the Doctors room, only this time theres hundreds of voices speaking at once.
And I really can hear what theyre saying.
*Kester Jaynes, we have been sent to find you.*