"'Angel' . . . I guess you could call him that. We've heard it all before. Harbringer. Angel. Omen. Prophet. People need some way to explain him--and to explain us."
"Out of all of us, he is the most distant."
He sighed. "I figured you'd ask that question next," he said. "I've witnessed it once . . . only once. One time is all it takes, and you'll never want to see it again . . . He lowers his hood, and you see his face . . . And then he begins his song . . . Except it isn't a song at all. His lips and tongue contort and shift, making inaudible sounds and words that only he knows . . ."
"It wasn't even the way his mouth danced . . . but how they died . . . Without hearing a thing, they clench their ears as tight as they can--trying to stop it--and then . . ." He stopped there.
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