Zorcha

The Zorcha’s voice was a hum. “They stopped asking what I wanted. So I began to break.”

Vellis frowned. “The Zorcha doesn’t choose. It is .” zorcha

“It’s not a crack,” Elara said to the head Wick Monk, a woman named Vellis. “It’s a choice.” The Zorcha’s voice was a hum

“You’re the echo,” she whispered. “The first memory.” zorcha

The Zorcha brightened—just a little.