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Take everything else—my flesh, my skin, even my bones—but leave my tusks here. He was tired of crocodile jerky. It struck me that I hadn’t noticed many old buildings, older than about thirty years. It stands on the spot where the elk had been, breathing deeply, replenishing its stores.

Nor’s this, some days. She forced herself to breathe, relaxing all her muscles until it was once more the blank mask required by protocol. ____, “The Ice Line,” Asimov’s, February. The train doors slid closed.