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Bronwyn nodded sadly She’d known it was true but had needed to hear it said We were barely here, ineffectual as ghosts

A cloud of ash billowed, blotting out fire in an eddy of windborne wreck dust, powdered concrete blanching our clothes, our faces bone white

We hurried past the ruined blocks as quickly as we could, then marveled as the streets returned to life around us Just a short walk fro down sidewalks, living in buildings that still had electricity and s and walls Then we rounded a corner and the cathedral’s do despite patches of fire-blackened stone and a few cru arches Like the spirit of the city itself, it would take an in a square close to the cathedral, where old eons At first it was eons took off The old rumbled, and ithdreait for their return They did, eventually, pigeons not being the smartest ani casually into the flock and trying to catch theht Olive, as sh, with his peculiar connection to another sort of winged creature, ht have some luck, but both were humiliated Millard didn’t fare any better, and they couldn’t even see hieonsthem, because the ht and took one big, si toward a water fountain to wash ht one He sat down next to the oldslowly forward, he stretched out his ared one by its feet

"Got you!" he cried

The bird flapped and tried to get away, but Horace held on tight

He brought it to us "How can we tell if it’s peculiar?" he said, flipping the bird over to inspect its botto to find a label there

"Show it to Miss Peregrine," Emma said "She’ll know"

So we opened Bronwyn’s trunk, shoved the pigeon inside with Miss Peregrine, and sla torn apart

I winced and shouted, "Go easy, Miss P!"

When Bronwyn opened the trunk again, a poof of pigeon feathers fluttered into the air, but the pigeon itself was nowhere to be seen

"Oh, no--she’s ate it!" cried Bronwyn

"No she hasn’t," said Erine lifted up and stepped aside, and there underneath her was the pigeon, alive but dazed

"Well?" said Enoch "Is it or isn’t it one of Miss Wren’s?"

Miss Peregrine nudged the bird with her beak and it fleay Then she leapt out of the trunk, hobbled into the square, and with one loud squawk scattered the rest of the pigeons Her eon not peculiar, none of therine hopped toward the cathedral and flapped her wing iht up to her on the cathedral steps The building looiant dolared down at us from marble reliefs