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Cages stuffed full of birds swayed in the sea breeze over the lighthouse cliff. The bird’s feathers ruffled and puffed out between the wires. Salt and water circled their black eyes and crested their wings. The cages vibrated to the waves crashing below. And together the birds sang.

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The faint constellation Pyxis turned dark. Its three stars had blown out and the supervisor for quadrant SQ2 was looking for the controller responsible. No star — let alone a constellation — had ever gone out for more than an hour. Now, a human might notice. And there were no spare lights.

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Two hairless androgynous figures bind brass wire around a boy’s fingers. They move up his hands, towards his forearms. His finger tips become a deeper purple after each coil. His arms are now like pressed springs, held out from his sides, unable to be moved. The wires begin to hum.

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