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Behind her, in the quiet room of the school, the cylinder’s light flickered and went soft. The hum receded into a patient silence, as if satisfied for now that its exclusivity had been turned into something else—a quiet, stubborn method of making the world a little less sharp at the edges and a little more alive in the folds.