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| | eReader.com: Excerpt from The Hanged Man's Song |
 | | The fl man began to turn in his wheelchair, his dark eyes coming around through the narrow, fashionable glasses, the gun turning, the gun looking like a toy. |
 | | The quiet sounds came back: the soprano, the cars, an airplane, a bird, and the fl man: almost subliminally, the air squeezed out of his dying lungs and across his vocal cords, producing not a moan, but a drawn-out vowel oooohhhh. |
 | | The fl man didn't move and Carp pushed the skinny body with a foot, and the body, already insubstantial, shoulders and legs skeletal, small skull like a croquet ball, flopped with the slackness of death. |
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