The white light appeared on a Tuesday in October, and Julian Cross...

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The white light appeared on a Tuesday in October, and Julian Cross was ten years old and too young to understand that some things you lose once will haunt you for the rest of your life.

He was standing in the kitchen of his parents' apartment in Philadelphia, watching his mother stir coffee and his father read the newspaper. The light had come through the wall like it wasn't there—spherical, luminous, impossibly white—and it was heading directly toward them. "Julian," his mother had said, and there was no fear in her voice, only a strange, almost reverent curiosity. "Come see...

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