The door SLAMS open — instant, violent, no warning. The shockwave of displaced air sends dozens of dust motes exploding upward into the beam of harsh yellow light, spinning and drifting in slow motion — a beautiful, terrible snowfall of dust. The Ananas stands motionless in the doorway for one long, crushing beat. Then: slow, deliberate, absolutely calm — his massive hands begin to methodically...
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