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           Themenhadshavenheadsandworeorangecoveralls.OnewassingingsoftlytohimselfinalanguageCasehadneverheard,thetonesandmelodyalienandhaunting.

           Thehead’sspeech,3Jane’sessayonStraylight,camebacktohimassheworkedherwaydeeperintothemazeoftheplace.Straylightwascrazy,wascrazinessgrownintheresinconcretethey’dmixedfrompulverizedlunarstone,growninweldedsteelandtonsofknick-knacks,allthebizarreimpedimentiathey’dshippedupthewelltolinetheirwindingnest.Butitwasn’tacrazinessheunderstood.NotlikeArmitage’smadness,whichhenowimaginedhecouldunderstand;twistamanfarenough,thentwisthimasfarback,intheoppositedirection,reverseandtwistagain.Themanbroke.Likebreakingalengthofwire.AndhistoryhaddonethatforColonelCorto.Historyhadalreadydonethereallymessywork,whenWintermutefoundhim,siftinghimoutofallofthewar’sripedetritus,glidingintotheman’sflatgrayfieldofconsciousnesslikeawaterspidercrossingthefaceofsomestagnantpool,thefirstmessagesblinkingacrossthefaceofachild’smicroinadarkenedroominaFrenchasylum.WintermutehadbuiltArmitageupfromscratch,withCorto’smemoriesofScreamingFistasthefoundation.ButArmitage’s`memories’wouldn’thavebeenCorto’safteracertainpoint.CasedoubtedifArmitagehadrecalledthebetrayal,theNightwingswhirlingdowninflame...