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Gessen moved to a desk in the corner of the room, toward a long brown robe decorated with Cyrillic glyphs that appeared to glow and dance in the low light. An intern moved from the shadows to help clothe the editor, “it feels as heavy as lead!” she squeaked, scurrying back to a dusky corner of the office as Gessen brushed dust from the fabric. Suddenly, a pale fire sprung from his palms. “Tonight, my friends, all that is solid turns to air.”
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