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Prologue
An angered boy stands by the sidewalk, fists clenched and expression tense. He isn't one to be exposed like this, he isn't used to being figured out so easily.
Her eyes are ever knowing, always so understanding. The small smile painted on her face hides the secrets of the universe behind.
Whispers.
Chimes.
The song of the whale.
It's coming soon.
