Yes, I must confess that I misled you a tiny bit yesterday, although in my defense it wasn’t by much. I told you nine of the ten people to hear the song are dead. That’s only half-true.” “Half?” “Sixty percent? I don’t know, Nick, you tell me—how alive is your mother?” I pivoted back from the window. Stared at him. He smiled. Rapped his knuckles off the metal cover of the emitter. “She gave it a hell of a try. And this part of the story I actually do want you to know, because it’s fucking noble, man. All I ever wanted was you. You were going to be the test. I mean, you were the one who
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