Just before Devereux was about to read Muhammad's memory, the crowd near the side exit of the exhibition hall was still utterly dumbfounded by the sight before them.
They looked down at the gold leaf flowing beneath their feet, its mirror-smooth golden substance silently blanketing the entire floor, spreading like a tide and swallowing the original stone bricks and dust inch by inch.
The fate of the Statistics Association's fat man was still fresh in everyone's memory.
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