![]() ![]() Everything that came thereafter Tay had seen so many times, it had almost ceased to be a nightmare. The movement of everything seemed to take on the rhythm of the music as if strange choreography had been staged: the girl rising to the window, the clouds reflecting back red from the inferno below, her scream, all muted, consumed by the Song. ![]() The Song swelled in intensity, yet still remained subtle and stately in tempo. The baby in the girl's arms woke and began to scream. The bird in the rafters croaked and took flight through the window. Even though everything seemed serene (the last embers crackling in the hearth young servant girl and her child slumbering in a chair by the door a tapestry half-finished against the wall, waiting to be completed tomorrow one of the moons visible through a milky cloud outside the window a lone bird, out of sight in the rafters, cooing placidly), Tay heard the first chords of the Song strike dissonantly somewhere far away. ![]()
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