The Shadow's Devotion

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I remember the warmth of his hand—or rather, the memory of it. He had been a man of flesh and bone once, a fragile thing that I had sheltered in the cold heart of New York. I had given him a room, a coat, and the simple dignity of being seen. When he died, I felt a void that no amount of urban noise could fill. I didn't know then that he had simply changed his state of matter. Now, I am the one...

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