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Everything was different. There were clouds, but a soft light covered the streets. Rodin let his gaze fall where it would, walking a circuitous route to Effy’s father.
The building where he’d removed the fat man, slightly out of his way, had a blue tinge to the brickwork he’d not noticed before. He walked round the back, spotting the escape route he’d planned, the pile of rubbish that would have broken his fall had he needed it.
He wouldn’t miss the escapes. Only a few days ago, the thought of jumping from that window, two storeys up, and trusting a pile that others had thrown out, would have been nothing to him. But now, as he looked at the bags bursting with rotten food and buckled tins, he found it hard to imagine landing on it. In his mind he felt the impact, the sharp sp
