On a cloudless night, ink dark, with only a rind of a moon above, the Golem and the Jinni went walking together along the Prince Street rooftops. The Golem had never been on a rooftop before. She’d protested briefly when the Jinni arrived at her boardinghouse and told her their destination.
“But is it safe up there?”
“As safe as walking anywhere in this city at this hour.”
“That’s not very comforting.”
“For you and me, it’s perfectly safe. Come on.”
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