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This is the city.
It's enormous, and it's loud and it smells.
The door they came through is gone, entirely, and they're just six people on a street corner in New York City, arriving with no apparent fanfare.
Of course, to the people walking by, Irene Tassenbaum has gone exactly nowhere--although she has, somehow, come by a pair of black pumps she wasn't wearing a moment ago.
The others---well, to most of New York, they aren't there at all. This is Keystone Rose, where the dead don't get second chances.
Mostly.
Irene sees them, though, and she leads the way into 2 Hammarskjold Plaza. To an outsider she must appear to be talking to herself. "It's just inside here."
Double doors lead into an enormous black glass tower, ninety-nine stories high. Inside is a small peace garden.
That's where the singing comes from.
"I'll let you go alone," she whispers to the figures only she can see, and people passing by turn to stare.
She doesn't care. She leans back against the glass panels of the lobby walls, and soaks up the music of the rose of perfect beauty.
It's enormous, and it's loud and it smells.
The door they came through is gone, entirely, and they're just six people on a street corner in New York City, arriving with no apparent fanfare.
Of course, to the people walking by, Irene Tassenbaum has gone exactly nowhere--although she has, somehow, come by a pair of black pumps she wasn't wearing a moment ago.
The others---well, to most of New York, they aren't there at all. This is Keystone Rose, where the dead don't get second chances.
Mostly.
Irene sees them, though, and she leads the way into 2 Hammarskjold Plaza. To an outsider she must appear to be talking to herself. "It's just inside here."
Double doors lead into an enormous black glass tower, ninety-nine stories high. Inside is a small peace garden.
That's where the singing comes from.
"I'll let you go alone," she whispers to the figures only she can see, and people passing by turn to stare.
She doesn't care. She leans back against the glass panels of the lobby walls, and soaks up the music of the rose of perfect beauty.