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“Prebiotic particles,” Henry managed in a jovial if wheezy tone. “Ghost energy.”
The tower is breathing. There is no ambiguity about it: The flesh of the circular top of the anomaly rises and falls with the regular rhythm of a person deep in sleep.
He was playing dead just to keep his head. He was playing dead to keep his head.
His father could have been less honest, because honesty was often just a way of being cruel.
