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TRIBES A.M. Dellamonica Ling Yuan was the only one who saw the bird. He had glossy jet-black feathers, a sharp beak, and a necklace made of clamshell and crumpled tinfoil. When he flew through the Science Room, gusts raised by his wings tore the spectral cobwebs off the teacher. From beak to tail, he was as big as a shopping cart. Just another ghost in a haunt-crammed school. Ling turned back to the window. Out on the lawn her own spook, Xian, was waiting. They’d been playing Faces. Ling mugged—faking joy, sorrow, silliness—and the ghost struck poses that copied her mood. Resembling for the most part a just-grown doe, Xian had the tail of an ox, the sturdy hooves of a pony, and a bay coat shot through with gold and turquoise strands. Her head was recognizably that of a deer, with pla
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