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The girl turned, but her face was a glitching mosaic of static and code. She reached out, her fingers elongating into jagged black lines that bypassed the game’s physics. When she touched his hand, Elias didn't feel haptic vibrations—he felt a sharp, searing heat that surged up his arm and into his actual chest. On his monitor, the "crack" was doing its real work
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