[Rather abruptly, Albert freezes in his seat. The half-eaten cracker falls from fingers that no longer have the strength to hold it. His skin wrinkles as his muscles seem to degenerate, stretched taut at his wrists and the angles of his face. The wine-red color of his hair washes out to white, beginning at the roots and ending at the hairtips.
What little light there had been in the strategist's vacant gaze fades, and he sways before tipping out of his chair and falling to the floor.
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What little light there had been in the strategist's vacant gaze fades, and he sways before tipping out of his chair and falling to the floor.
It all happens in less than half a minute.]