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Chapter 75 - Choir Cells
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The clinic smelled of bleach and old flowers. Siya sat by her sister’s bed, waiting for Asanda to wake. The city outside still carried the strange silence that had replaced the nightly hum. It wasn’t relief, it was dread. A silence that felt too heavy, as if Cape Town itself was listening.

Asanda stirred, her lips parting. Her eyes opened slowly, pupils wide, as if she had returned from someplace deep.

“You’re not the only one,” she whispered.

Siya leaned forward. “What do you mean?”

Asanda’s voice was thin but sharp. “Others like me. Singers. Resonance doesn’t just belong to me. It belongs to many. Some found it by accident. Some were chosen. Some…” She trailed off, her eyes glassing, "never came back.”

Siya felt her throat tighten. “Where are they?”

Asanda turned her head toward the wall, where faint spirals had once appeared. “Scattered. Hidden. The world called them mad. Locked them in cells. Hospitals, prisons, asylums, but they weren’t mad. They were tuned.”

Marks stood in the c
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