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... The whispers. They came from inside the walls, from inside their bones.
"Traitor, you watched him die. You laughed, you did nothing."
Bee gripped her pistol tighter, hands slick with sweat. "It's in my head."
"No," Dina whispered, wide-eyed. "It's in all of ours."
The whispers became a low hum. Like a lullaby sung by a throat stuffed with mud. Like a choir of buried children.
Outside, the trees bent unnaturally, as though bowing to something walking benea ...
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