Intently gazing into a pitch-black starless sky backdropping the blazing ten-thousand-watt arc-lighted surroundings, Jonette Kraft 's eyes tracked the scintillating glitter . . . sparkling, spinning, zigzagging in the cool, breezy night air. September 16, 2001, and those same glittering particles were already coursing into this National Guardswoman 's body, invading her airways, her skin, dissolving in the cleansing fluids of her eyes. It was epic, quintessential deceit --that pretty potpourri of flecks and sparkles would later morph into a neurological demon that would threaten to abolish Jonette 's memories, disable her legs, destroy her very identity. Were it not for the great-hearted folks at the New York Rescue Workers Detoxification Project --
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