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He’s gorgeous, that’s the first thing Dan notices: gorgeous and tall and sleekly blond and effortlessly charming. The second and third things, in rapid succession, are the metal band around his wrist, claiming him with the pulse of its tiny white light, and the faint scent of ozone and empty air. He’s wearing a striped jumper, electric blue and fuzzy against the chill of the windy months, but when Dan’s eyes flick down he can see the gentle swell of his stomach, the way his hand drifts unconsciously to rest against it. A surrogate. Dan’s lived enough of his life in uneasy proximity to the Glissant to recognize one, but he can’t guess how far along he is.
The surrogate glances down the coffee shop, and his eyes are blue with an unearthly glow.
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