Static screamed across her skin. For a breathless second she felt like someone had opened a drawer inside her skull and rearranged old souvenirs—childhood laughter, the texture of planet dust from a mission long past, an apology she had never received. The crystal’s voice wasn’t words. It was memory in motion, pattern and pull. She saw flashes—not her life, but the lives that could be, the lives someone might make of her. And somewhere in those flashes, a thought took root: the world could be rewritten; people could be re-sentenced to kinder paths with a gentle, thorough edit of their hearts.
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