Alex wasn’t sure if he had known that she was dead when they were on the tram, or whether he had realised in the moments that they had walked together. He did not know, he did not care. In this city, amongst the rotting leaves and the distant thundering of the guns, the difference between the dead and the living did not seem very important to him any mo…
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