“He wasn’t done.”“So many of them aren’t,” Jinki says gently. Compassion glows faintly at the corner of their eyes. A blink, a sharpening notion of inevitability. “They all have to go on.”“He will,” ...

The first one shows up at the end of the alley outside the warehouse, a half-transparent figure flipping a lighter between translucent fingers, a pearl-like shine on his fingernails. Dark, mournful e...

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