Word was coming from all over the world but not by way of the Atlantic Cable.
"Why would that Officer have ordered that?"
The scripts and manuscripts had been spirited away. Dramatists from the Oriente had been put in charge of assembling some sort of raising of the "dead" but critically needed history of everything.
For a wrinkle in time all manner of art and science was fractal, like suspended pixels caught in a string theory between the past and the future.
The blind, deaf, and dumb were pressed to explain the situation.
They'd been "posed".
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