Ancash stepped forward and pulled Geryon’s overcoat down past his shoulders and off his arms. It fell to the floor. Then he thrust the blanket into Geryon’s hands and spun him around so he could start wrapping from the back. All of a sudden the night was a bowl of silence. Jesus Mary and Joseph, said Ancash quietly. He gave a low whistle. Ancash had not seen Geryon’s wings before. They rustled through the two slits cut in the back of Geryon’s T-shirt and sank a bit on the night wind. Ancash ran his fingers slowly down the red struts that articulated each wing base. Geryon shivered. He wondered
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