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Zan must shake himself loose from his shock. He dashes to the window to find that Parker has dropped a meter or so to an overhang and now slides the rest of the way, sore hand or no, down a drainpipe. “Parker,” Zan half-whispers and then, full-throated, “Parker!” as the boy falls into the street and sprints into a foggy Berlin night that falls into nothing.


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