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Chapter 31: The Two Voices of Morat

Penulis: Rahmat Ry
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-12-13 15:20:13

The dead phone was still pressed against Siron's ear, but Morat's laugh, deep, echoing, triumphant, still rang out as clearly as if it came from inside his own head. Yet, the physical Morat, the Morat who had just crushed the silver coin with a single-handed grip, stood directly in front of him. His satisfied smile had not fully faded.

"Was that... your voice?" Siron's voice cracked, full of piercing doubt. His gaze flicked back and forth between the black phone and the handsome face that had become the center of his dependence. "From a dead speaker. You laughed."

Morat shifted his gaze from the silver dust on the floor to Siron. His expression changed, becoming one of genuine inquiry. "I made no sound, my Dear. My thoughts were on you and on the destruction of this breaker." He stepped closer, the scent of petrichor and something darker enveloping Siron. "It must be an echo from the temple. Sounds trapped in the stone, bouncing through your bloodline. Or," he leaned down, his whisper
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