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“A funeral pyre,” Hollister whispered.

But Hollister looked.

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Hollister spun alone for a long while. He watched Earth grow from a marble to a melon to a world. The air in his suit tasted of iron and autumn. He thought of his own front porch. The rake leaning against the elm tree. The smell of rain on hot concrete. “A funeral pyre,” Hollister whispered

He laughed.

“That’s not real,” Hollister said. “A funeral pyre