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“Call me Ria. What do you tell them?”“Tell?”“The people who are going to die. The true enemy will snuff out our reality in an eyeblink. Not Important?”“Fair enough—the name’s Arisa.

* * *Kosonen planted the nanoseed in the woods. k bodies in the streets of south London, pyres of burning bodies like sick cattle, dark-skinned children dying of radiation sickness. Berenika sits near the back, on a banquette, with her friends from before, Mria and Paolo. guarded by a single scarecrow made out of a flapping leather coat stretched over two crossed boards.