They are talking. Whispers in the wind, murmurs from the rooftops, words they should not know. Names. Secrets. Regrets. They sit, watching, waiting. You’ve heard the voices. You know what they mean. Those who vanish don’t fade into silence. They join the chorus. A B.I.R.D. is standing on the sidewalk, brutalizing a human. The B.I.R.D. finishes and turns its head to look at you, you were standing by your glass door. It stepped away from the body; it charged at you; it's a Blue Jay. R.U.N., NOW.
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