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completely, utterly silent. “I’m trained in vocal analysis...a healer’s skill,” Cael went on. “I spent months in the healer’s hall, recording the Luna’s voice during sessions. I built a model...her cadence, her phrasing, her unique vocal fingerprint.” Another pause. “The recording you heard isn’t her. It’s built from those sessions, constructed to fool you.” He looked at the council. “I can show you, right here, in front of all of you, how I did it and how proper analysis exposes the fabrication.”

And this time— It didn’t just crack. It gave way.

Angrily, I toss it on the ground. Everyone is laughing, and I'm seething with fury. "Probably one of your team members flew from Canada and broke it, realizing you're a sellout," said Lucas Jester. I grab his shoulders and shove him backward to the locker, pinning him down. He's struggling to break free from me. The other surrounds me, trying to yank me from him. But I'm too strong for them. "You did this, didn't you?" I am pressing him into the locker.

Crack. A sound like a breaking bone echoed through the chamber as a massive fissure ripped open across the center of the crystal wall. From the dark, yawning void beyond the fracture, a wave of pure, freezing ozone and ancient malice flooded into the room, instantly snicking out the ambient heat of the forges above. And then came the sound. It wasn't the wet clicking of the cave-stalkers. It was a low, synchronized, melodic chanting—hundreds of whispered voices speaking an ancient, dead language that made the black veins on my arms burn like liquid fire.

"That's right! Freedom of speech!" "You're punishing us! This is abuse of power!"

Cleaner. heart racing "Then what is it? What is it? I don't get why you look at me like cuts in, his voice cracking a little "Like I want you when I shouldn't?" The room was quiet. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. He didn't say it nicely; he spat it out like a curse, as if he wished he hadn't let it out.

The crystal cracked. For the first time in eons, the god bled.

Something was wrong with her, no doubt. When she finally found a better voice than the shaky one she had used before, she said. “I’m naked here you know, and I’m going to scream my lungs out if you don't leave now.” This was really going too far, she thought when her sex wasn't thinking anymore, even for him it was. "I’m not going anywhere until we talk.” He said.

I swallowed before I spoke in one breathe, “FIRE CRACKER” The end.