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The Apartment #241


Rick, bent over Tracey.

Maya, hugging Timmy, who had stopped crying but whose body was still convulsed by sobs.

The quiet woman, kneeling on the floor, her arms held up in undisguised adoration of the human form whose spectrum of colours thrummed and changed with every passing moment.

Harry, head bowed, standing close beside Tisha, both also in apparent adoration of the form.

Daniel himself, desperate to control his sobbing, wet hands futilely trying to dry his eyes, remove the evidence of tears from his cheeks, frightened more by the emotions exploding within him than by the situation around him.

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