Cal was frightened as he had never been frightened in his
life before. He sat in his room, the door locked, and shook.
The shaking had begun a few minutes after events at Rue
Street, almost twenty-four hours ago now, and it hadn't shown much sign of
stopping since. Sometimes it made his hands tremble so much he could hardly
hold the glass of whiskey he'd nursed through an all but sleepless night, other
times it made his teeth chatter. But most of the shaking didn't go on outside,
it was in. It was as if the pigeons had gotten in his belly somehow, and were
flapping their wings against his innards.
And all because he'd seen something wonderful, and he knew
in his bones that his life would never be the same again. How could it? He'd
climbed the sky and looked down on the secret place that he'd been waiting
since childhood to find.
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