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... rising from the soul’s marrow. The realm of the Echo-Silts, once ringing with voiceless harmonics, now pulsed with hesitation. A choir, once endless in its hunger to scream without words, had faltered.
Because something had been spoken without sound.
Because Nyx had remembered herself.
Because Kaela had bared a truth through touch, not tale.
Because Darius had listened—not with ears, but with the myth-born stillness between names.
The Unnamed Choir shudder ...
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