The jazz band played in the basement of the Savoy Hotel, and above them, Chicago glittered like s...
Three months had passed since Professor Blackwell's experiment. Three months of silence, of unanswered questions, of a man who had walked into the particle accelerator and never walked out. Eleanor stood in the doorway, her silhouette framed by the warm light of the hallway. She had been wearing that emerald dress tonight—the one that made Edward think of spring, which seemed absurd in...
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