The balcony ran the full length of the King estate's eastern facade.It had always been there — the same stone balustrade, the same proportions, the same view of the estate grounds falling away toward the tree line and beyond that the city rising in its familiar, indifferent arrangement of steel and glass and light. Sebastian had stood on this balcony more times than he could count, in more versions of himself than he could now fully recognize, and the view had been the same each time and he had been different each time and the difference between who he had been and who he was now was the specific, inhabited distance of everything that had happened between the first time and this one.Tonight the city was lit.Not unusually — it was lit the way it was always lit at this hour, the ordinary, working luminescence of a city that didn't stop because the sun had gone down, that continued with its usual, self-contained energy regardless of what was happening on any particular balcony on any
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