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mountains, filling the entire area with melody.
    As they’d done in nearly every other video, sylph appeared in the distance.
    Shadows glided toward the speaker, writhing like flames. Tendrils of darkness shot out of them, like hands reaching for the sky. Under the familiar sounds of Sam’s piano playing, the sylph voices rose up to sing along.
    I glanced at Sam. “Is that weird? That they like music so much?” As I had, Menehem seemed to have discovered their response to music by accident. Then he’d begun using it as a lure.
    “Maybe. Who can tell with sylph?”
    Perhaps they thought Menehem had captured one of their own. Would they have cared if Menehem had trapped another sylph?
    On the screen, sylph drifted around the yard, ignoring the small canisters placed about. When there were nearly a dozen sylph singing along to the sonata, Menehem pressed another button.
    The canisters spewed aerosol, hissing loudly. The sylph ignored it; if these were the same sylph as had been in previous videos, they were used to this part, too. The gas had never done anything to them.
    This time, the sylph dropped.
    Two or three at first. They twitched and seemed to glance around—how could they glance if they had no eyes?—and then sank into puddles of darkness.
    Another sylph shimmered and fell. And another.
    Soon, Menehem flicked off the speaker and the field was silent.
    “I did it,” he said. “Finally, I did it!” Menehem jumped and whooped, giving me an odd sense of embarrassment for him.
    Sam shifted uncomfortably, and I doodled roses in the margins of my notebook while we waited for Menehem to compose himself on the screen.
    “It looks like they just fall asleep,” Sam said.
    “The music draws them in, and the gas puts them to sleep.” I nodded and leaned forward as Menehem approached one of the sylph puddles. I almost felt bad for them, being experimented on. Sam was right. I didn’t want to hurt them—though these didn’t look like they were hurt , exactly.
    Menehem knelt by the nearest sylph and pulled a device from his pocket. “Temperature is abnormally low for a sylph.” He stuck his hand into the sleeping sylph. “It’s warm, but not uncomfortable.”
    My heart jumped and sped. “Sam.” Why would anyone put their hand inside a sylph?
    “I see it.” He touched my hands, squeezed them. “They’re fine now. Healed completely, remember?”
    I nodded, but the sensation of burning wasn’t something I’d ever be able to forget.
    As we watched, a couple of sylph twitched and shifted in their sleep. Could sylph dream?
    Suddenly, the one Menehem had touched shot into the air, towering over the chemist. Grass sizzled, and the sylph shrieked so loud and high that Sam and I both covered our ears.
    Other sylph awoke, equally enraged. Smoke billowed where they burned the grass. They converged on Menehem and—
    And they seemed to think about it . Something passed among the sylph. Communication? I couldn’t tell. It was so fast, and they were still keening….
    At once, all dozen sylph fled the area, leaving patches of scorched earth behind. Menehem slumped to the ground, an unused sylph egg rolling from his hand. He’d almost been killed.
    He’d almost been burned alive, but the sylph decided not to do it.
    “What…” I stared at the screen until Menehem soberly got up to declare this portion of the experiment finished. The video stopped. “Did he even realize the sylph chose not to kill him?”
    “Hard to say with Menehem.” Sam switched to the next video but didn’t play it yet. “It didn’t last very long, what he did to the sylph. A few minutes at best.”
    I checked one of Menehem’s diaries. “This says the initial dose was small. He eventually increased the doses, but they grew resistant.”
    Sam nodded. “And the dose he gave to Janan?”
    Oh. If it affected both sylph and Janan the same way, then it was logical to assume Janan would develop a tolerance, too. I checked Menehem’s notes,