Chapter 170
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The silence that settled over the hall after the officer’s announcement was different from all the other silences that had preceded it.

This was not the quiet of shock. It was not the pause of held breath or the stillness of suspense. This was the heavy, dense, completely airless silence of people who have just understood that something fundamental has changed, and the change is so far beyond their comprehension that the only possible response is to become as still and as quiet as possible in t
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