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... aighter even if no one asked them to.
There were a dozen sets of eyes on the screens, a dozen pens moving over paper, and at least one person who had decided his job today was to find something wrong, not because he disliked the boy but because every room seemed to need someone who poked holes in the story.
He leaned on the rail and said, almost lazily, that the boy's illusions were too invisible. They didn't flare, didn't shout, didn't twist the room in obvious ways.
"Ha ...
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