“…if the nuclear bomb hadn’t gone off.”
Tim felt a sharp, piercing pain deep within his brain. In an instant, the images flashing through his mind gained crystal clarity, and he understood that he was witnessing the events unfurling for a second time; his mind simply could not comprehend the totality of their terror when the Oracle had shown him in the great white room.
It was like watching an apocalyptic film—only one that played more like a home movie than a blockbuster Hollywood production: he saw the people running for their lives in the streets of Jerusalem—the bloodied students at the university huddling in terror; he could hear the bullets ricocheting off of mangled cars—the acrid stench of smoke and charred flesh filling the air; then, he saw the mushroom clo...
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