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Elara opened her mouth. The word rose in her throat, old and new.

And when she finally spoke— itsvixano —the city didn’t answer. itsvixano

Not an echo—a reply. A voice like her grandmother’s, but sharper, layered with other tongues. It sang the word back to her, but twisted: vitsaxino… tsivaxani… Elara opened her mouth