His eyes, those empty windows, drifted. They found her face. They didn’t light up with recognition. Not yet. But they focused . As if, from a very great distance, he was trying to remember a song.
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“Feel that?” she said, her voice raw. “That’s the future. It’s slack now. But it’s alive.” His eyes, those empty windows, drifted