What’s so good, Taryn thought, about a world touched so lightly by people? She had always enjoyed cities, Paris and Berlin, Vancouver and Hong Kong. She loved living in London, though lately she’d felt disturbed by the ghostliness of Marble Arch and its surrounds at night, no lights on in the apartments, all of them owned but few of them occupied, while in the daytime the homeless—many of them refugees—washed their clothes in the fountains and slept beside them on the grass as they dried. And, even for her, enough money seemed to mean more money all the time. There was always something new to
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