The whispers returned on a winter night.
Lena heard them first in her sleep. Not the cold voice of the hunger. Not the desperate plea of the wounds. Something new. Something that sounded almost like hope.
"Listen," it said. "We can help you. We can end the pain. We can make everything right."
She woke with a start. Lyra was already sitting up, her golden glow flickering.
"You heard it too."
"Yes. What is it?"
"I don't know. But it's not like the others. It's not hungry. It's not angry. It's..." Lena searched for the word. "It's seductive."
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The whispers spread.
Within a week, half of Haven had heard them. People gathered in the square, their eyes distant, their voices soft.
"The voice says it can heal us," one woman said. "It says we don't have to fight anymore. We just have t
