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... fall and hiss into steam against the hall’s purity.
Then the Voice returned. Quieter now. The quiet of a general who has stopped inspiring and started confessing.
"We are losing."
Seraphiel’s head lifted.
"The lower choirs have felt it first. Distant hymns faltering. Voices cracking mid-praise with sounds that have no place in holy song. The corruption spreads not as invasion but as warmth — slow, gentle, that makes the frozen forget why ...
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