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.