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Mara climbed down into the cracked shaft. At the bottom sat a smooth black structure, older than the moon itself. The carvings on it matched the shape of the word. She pressed her glove to them. Images flooded her mind: a dead species that learned to copy itself into sound, so any throat could carry it home.
Mara aimed her cutter at the structure to end it for good. The carvings flared white. Down the shaft, every worker screamed the word in unison, shaking rock loose from the ceiling. She fired anyway. The structure split, went dark, and the word died with it. Far above, eleven miners woke up sobbing their own names.
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