The man looked at Ivan, puckered his lips, and produced the exact sound of the MP3, perfect down to the digital hiss of the low-quality recording Ivan had just downloaded.
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The man held out a hand, and Ivan noticed his fingers were beginning to turn into the sharpened tips of quills. The man looked at Ivan, puckered his lips,
Ivan stared at his phone, then at the stranger. "I was just... I wanted to hear the bird." The man looked at Ivan