"Van sealed the letter, found his Thunderbolt pistol in the place he has visualized, introduced one cartridge into the magazine, and translated it into its chamber. Then, standing before a closet mirror, he put the automatic to his head, at the point of pterion, and pressed the comfortably concaved trigger. Nothing happened- or perhaps everything happened, and his destiny simply forked at the instant..."
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