I'm only halfway through and I don't want it to end.
"Doors opened onto landscape. Some rooms had become an open aviary."
"He slips into the harness of the oil-wet parachute and pivots upside down, breaking free of glass, wind flinging his body back. Then his legs are free of everything, and he is in the air, bright, not knowing why he is bright until he realises he is on fire."
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