His hands were chimera animals. They’d get a handle on that and the next thing you know somebody had engineered a virus that lived in milk. He took the urn and stored it below decks, and they continued upriver. And then, as he drew near, they ran forward and kissed his hand, first the older girl, then the boy, and finally the little three-year-old whose baby lips left a cool patch of moistness on his skin.
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