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... but many. The mask, split and jagged, bled light and shadow in equal measure, each crack spilling voices like rivers overflowing their banks. The stolen choir shrieked, sang, pleaded—every note tearing the air into shards.
The farmer struck his drum again, but the sound was swallowed whole. His eyes widened. “It’s learning… it bends its song against mine. It knows the rhythm now.”
The scarred woman staggered, her throat a ragged wound from her scream. Still, she laughed bitterly, ...
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