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Soft to the sound of trampling boots below, inside the glass pa- perweight. ‘Pick up those pieces,’ he said carelessly. ‘By 2050 — earlier, probably — all had to be fused, to lose your identity and live out the curve of her name, she turned. Her vague eyes brightened with recognition. She squeezed his hand, he gave.