"Are you sure about this, Elias?" Sarah, his junior assistant, stood by the heavy lead-lined door. "The Ethics Board hasn't cleared the playback."
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He slid a jagged, iridescent shard into the reader. The room dimmed. "Are you sure about this, Elias
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