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[clare_dragonfly]

Shante crouched outside the window, Mira by her side. They could just see through into a spacious room where a group of children sat. Someone inside was making them all sing a nonsensical old song (plasticine porters with looking-glass ties, suddenly someone is there at the turnstiles), presumably for the same reason Shante and Mira were listening and watching—to see if any of the children could Sing.

There were four that Shante could identify. Four who made the air around them shimmer with color, whose warbling, uncertain notes were accompanied by fanciful butterflies or the scent of cream. Four Singers whose abilities could be controlled and used. Four Singers who were worth a lot of money.

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