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"Tyler?" I called when I was close enough, and I thought he’d hear rossed in whatever he was doing, and as I approached,it in

He was drawing

He was using the sharp edge of some sort of stone to draw on the sheer face of the cliff wall I watched, stunned Completely and absolutely speechless

I had no idea what it was, but it was a masterpiece

Lines intersected curves that crisscrossed over clearly marked points and more lines There were circles, and shapes, none of which made any sense but surely had a purposeat least to Tyler

And the entire ti, "Ochmeel abayal daiochmeel abayal daiochmeel abayal dai"

I put my hand on his shoulder, and he jerked to a stop

I nodded toward the wall again "It’s beautiful," I whispered "What is it?"

He looked back at it "Ochain, and it eird, so weird, because it almost didn’t sound like him The voice--his voice, I had to re quality, like he needed to clear his throat

But his response totally threw ripped his arm "What does that ain He looked confused, and then he reached up and rubbed his brow He blinked atinto focus, as if he only just realized I was standing right beside him

"The Returned must die," he said at last