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I am the rratman.
Mine is the voice in the walls. Mine is the skittering and chittering from the ceiling. Mine is the gnawing sound of whispers from the shadows.
A failed piper, not good enough for the conservatorium, now I play for educated rodents. White-collared mices, blue-collared mices, all of them dance to my tunes. My precious carry knowledge, like a disease. Like a disease, I watch it spread.
