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It would have been a morning like any other in London. Gray and rainy of the month of January, except that it gave rise to what any scientific scholar would say: a new light in the science of our linear life.If you looked towards the sky, it was gray, it seemed to be full of ashes. A thick haze embraced the buildings, giving a show like a phantom shadow over a city that didn't want to wake up yet.Two children were hurrying, trying to dodge the storm that was soon to explode. The girl, about nine years old, red as a ripe tomato, hastened her step and suggested to her companion, a boy of about ten years old that it would be better to make a little run so as not to get wet and damage her new dress.........
