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The trill of birds drumming along her windowsill with their beaks, practicing their drum rolls and the little taps on the glass that would translate into chiming sounds, woke her. She yawned, and stretched, hearing the band of birds performing song roll through her head, the birds in their sharp costumes, their nestmates and parents fluttering ( Read more... )

The guide was not as informative as he had hoped. It only had a brief section on Paraway Station, and mostly that concentrated on the trade in exotic birds, which seemed to be the main reason that people visited the station. Except him, he thought glumly, looking at the blinking neon sign that welcomed travelers. It was missing a letter. No, he had ( Read more... )