Daniel Frischmann was surprised to find he was dead. Not the fact of his death, because that was fairly sure given the certainties of gravity, and the distance between his starting point on the nineteenth floor of his apartment block and the concrete courtyard directly below his balcony. No, his surprise was more like, “Oh wow, continuity of existence”.  Not those exact words you will understand: his actual expression contained far too many expletives for polite company, so we will skirt around it for now.

Once he got over this shock, he looked around. His surroundings were grey. A bit like a faded black and white photograph, but darker and extending into the distance rather than ending with a white edge.

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