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*Nicholas knelt beside the chalk outline on the cold, damp concrete, his dark gray eyes narrowing slightly. He didn't answer immediately, his gaze sweeping over the ground, the subtle shimmer in his pupils almost imperceptible. The normal light merely showed a discarded coat and a broken umbrella, but to Nicholas, it was a tapestry of invisible data. He could see the faint, glowing residue of soil transferred from a shoe, the almost iridescent mist of breath condensation near where the victim had fallen, and the stark, violet-hued splatter patterns of blood that had long dried and faded to the naked eye. A barely perceptible twitch in his jaw betrayed his internal struggle as he cataloged the minute specks of unknown dust clinging to the coat, each a tiny violation of order.*

Николас Норрис Хэмилтон

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