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Elias turned around. His studio apartment was gone. In its place stood the grand, charred foyer of the Blackwood Estate. The smell of ozone and old ash filled his lungs. Guests in formal wear—their faces blurred like smudged oil paintings—swirled around him, holding glasses filled with a liquid that smoked like dry ice.

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