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Kharem stared at the screen and took a deep breath.
“Lomaz. Tell me what just happened.”
“The…the pane shattered.”
“I know that. I want to know how. I want to know the implications.”
“Yes, sir.”
Lomaz bent over the twin screens on his desk, tapping furiously. His lips moved—talking to himself—and a fine sheen of moisture coated his brow.
He had every right to be nervous, as did Kharem. But Kharem wouldn’t show it. He needed to stay focused.
As the glass-dust settled, Kharem surveyed the scene—at least, as far as the Eyes showed. The structure, that metal lattice, so fine and polished that light seemed to bend around it, adding to the illusion of never-ending glass, or even of nothing at all, was open, the dull insides exposed.
“What’s the effect on the structure
