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Daylight broke the way a glass does when it's been thrown against the wall; violently.
"Start it over", I shouted to the lightbenders behind me, "It still doesn't look real enough."
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They sighed, dramatically; tired with the work I'd been putting them through for hours, and molded their bodies into the shapes required to begin lightbending once more.
"We couldn't recover all of her neurons, so some of it had to be generated." one of them replied "We'll need a minute to grab more cycles, Sir."
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