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A trivial thing, for a teenage boy to be colour-blind, not uncommon or noteworthy, unless it simply, unalterably, thwarted everything.

Flies struggled from her mouth, only to ignite into brilliant golden sparks. Hundreds of them, thousands of them burst from her into their individual pinprick of fire which then was gone for ever, like the distant implosion of a dying star...

I went up to the tower. I thought I might find the woman and the boy there, in bed together. Or the boy and his father, enjoying some quality time, a dead man and a mad boy chuckling and joshing and exchanging their stories of being dead and being mad.