The opening in the red room pulled at the children first.Not their bodies.Their attention.That was worse.Mira turned her head as if someone had called her name from a room she half remembered. Eli leaned against her side, face pale, one hand wrapped around the blue socks. Jonah held Bite so tightly one of the wolf's ears bent backward."Don't look," I said.Every child looked.The silver broadcast throne waited beyond the black slice, polished, clean, and obscene. Glass cradles circled it in neat rings. Each cradle held a folded blanket, a white ribbon, and a little screen with a child's name half-loaded.PETRA HOLLOW.ELI THORNE.JONAH VALE.SAMUEL RINN.MAE HOLLOWAY.More names trembled behind them, blurred by static.The trial wanted a cast.Serena wanted an audience she could hold.
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