"We're all just guessing letters,"
said Randall to his charge.
Some breath showed through the hood.
"What's that?" It came.
"Those words had shape," said Randall.
"I saw them. I can see."
He held an arm that'd never
come back.
"You got to learn to guess correctly
next time son. You really should
You keep thinkin' hard next time
you'll get it. You better."
He stepped back and sent him down.
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