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... ic, mechanical thrum of rotor blades cutting air — not the gentle pulse of a distant helicopter but the committed, approaching sound of one that had found its destination and was closing in. It came from the south, over the water, the rhythm of it intensifying from a suggestion to a fact over the course of about forty seconds.
The birds went first.
Every bird in the canopy above the clearing lifted at once — the specific, simultaneous eruption of wings from the treeline that prec ...
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