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Somewhere
birds
were
calling
.
Rain
spattered
his
face
.
He
was
hundreds
of
feet
above
the
ground
,
clinging
to
the
side
of
the
tower
of
skulls
,
while
flashes
of
lightning
burned
in
the
wings
of
the
shadowy
birds
who
circled
the
spire
—
enormous
black
,
condor
-
like
birds
,
each
with
a
ruff
of
white
at
its
neck
.
They
were
huge
,
graceful
,
awful
birds
,
and
the
beats
of
their
wings
crashed
like
thunder
on
the
night
air
.
They
were
circling
the
spire
.
They
must
be
fifteen
,
twenty
feet
from
wingtip
to
wingtip
,
thought
Shadow
.
Then
the
first
bird
swung
out
of
its
glide
toward
him
,
blue
lightning
crackling
in
its
wings
.
He
pushed
himself
into
a
crevice
of
skulls
,
hollow
eye
-
holes
stared
at
him
,
a
clutter
of
ivory
teeth
smiled
at
him
,
but
he
kept
climbing
,
pulling
himself
up
the
mountain
of
skulls
,
every
sharp
edge
cutting
into
his
skin
,
feeling
revulsion
and
terror
and
awe
.
Another
bird
came
at
him
,
and
one
hand
-
sized
talon
sank
into
his
arm
.
He
reached
out
and
tried
to
grasp
a
feather
from
its
wing
.
If
he
returned
to
his
tribe
without
a
thunderbird
’
s
feather
he
would
be
disgraced
,
he
would
never
be
a
man
,
but
the
bird
pulled
up
,
so
that
he
could
not
grasp
even
one
feather
.
The
thunderbird
loosened
its
grip
and
swung
back
onto
the
wind
.
Shadow
continued
to
climb
.
There
must
be
a
thousand
skulls
,
thought
Shadow
.
A
thousand
thousand
.
And
not
all
of
them
are
human
.
He
stood
at
last
on
the
top
of
the
spire
,
the
great
birds
,
the
thunderbirds
,
circling
him
slowly
,
navigating
the
gusts
of
the
storm
with
tiny
flicks
of
their
wings
.
He
heard
a
voice
,
the
voice
of
the
buffalo
man
,
calling
to
him
on
the
wind
,
telling
him
who
the
skulls
belonged
to
…
