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... attered glass or blood on the tiles. No, it was subtle. A shade too quiet. A second too long between each bell chime. A flicker in the torchlight where none should be.
The kind of wrong that makes you glance over your shoulder for a breath that wasn’t yours.
And I knew—without question—that the Echo wasn’t sealed anymore.
It was watching.
Waiting.
And it had chosen someone.
"Professor?" Mira’s voice broke my thoughts.
I looked up from the r ...
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