The Quantum Séance
The lightning did not burn them. That was the first thing Elena Waters understood, standing in the Whitechapel mud with her seven-year-old hands pressed against her mouth, watching a sphere of blue electricity roll through the ashes of her parents' workshop. The sphere passed through her as though she were smoke, and where it touched her skin, she felt nothing but a faint warmth, like sunlight...
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