”The boy stayed silent. But even the engine wasn’t what Miriam had meant. Every now and then, one of them would land on his shoulder and touch his ear with his beak, as if to whisper. Their eyes were grey and squeezed half-closed to get the maximum depth of field on their prey.
I climbed up to the dock with my folk after securing the boat, and saw that Anders was the scalemaster on duty. ____, “The Long Retreat,” F&SF, January/February. I don’t know why. Blur your thoughts, he reminds himself.
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