I Ask The Witnesses What They Saw

The stolen voices screamed my name.

For a second, the hall heard only that.

Liora.

Liora.

Liora.

Not accusation.

Not prayer.

Demand.

The forge heart inside Mira had begun to burn through its borrowed archive, and every stolen piece wanted a direction for the pain. Mira bent under the force o...

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