The Wistful Witness

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The chandelier shattered. It fell in a storm of crystal and gold. Dust hung in the air. Silence followed. It was a heavy, white silence. Dr. Julian Thorne stood still. His hand was raised. The phone lay on the floor. It was black. It was broken. He watched the shards. They caught the light. They did not shine. They were dead. The room was the Hall of Records. It was a place of stone. It was a...

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