The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The glass shattered not with a crash, but with a sigh, a long, resonant exhalation that filled the sterile air of the observation room. Margaret Holloway stood in the center of the white-tiled floor, her hands trembling as she watched the fragments of the ancient vase scatter across the ground. It was not a vase, the doctors would later say. It was a projection, a crystalline construct of data...

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