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She woke to sirens.
The Glare
Her finger hovered over the download button. She knew the risks. But the render queue was stalled, and the client was breathing down her neck.
Her laptop screen was on, displaying a live feed from the convention center’s construction site. But the building wasn’t half-finished as it should be. In the feed, it was complete. And inside, every light she had virtually designed was on—blazing at 150% intensity, overheating steel beams, melting insulation.
Some cracks let in light. Others let out something far worse.
