Black Bird: Changes

He was sinking through brackish waters, the sun long since vanished from the surface into darkness. Sharp pain blossomed through his chest as his lungs filled with liquid, forcing out the air and starving his blood of oxygen.

He thrashed about in the silent world, strength ebbing away with breath. With consciousness. Peaceful. Calm. Thoughts and breath and life floating away . . .

(Not yet), said a Voice within his mind. (Not yet. There's still work to be done.)

He knew that Voice. Knew it from long association. Knew it and resented it. It had changed his life, for good and ill.

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