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Don't forget about the little boy. On the swing. Ninety million miles above him is a single sun. In eight minutes and fifteen seconds the light it's released will have travelled across space and will strike his retina as he turns his eyes directly into it. When one woman collaborates in the development of a nuclear bomb, she becomes all things - every victim, every person in every possible time, even the explosion itself. As time and space fracture and the certainties of life fall away, a child is lost and civilisations fall, the mind corrodes and space expands. What will be left in the aftermath?

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Author: Nick Gill