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The rain kept falling sideways. Kaelen looked at his hand—the one holding the Tnzyl-issued gun. Then he looked at the tower, at the woman, at the truth vibrating in the air.

Kaelen stepped between the woman and the direction of the incoming Tnzyl security drones. tnzyl-voloco-mhkr

He tossed the pistol into the gutter.

The woman looked up. Her eyes weren’t her own. They flickered with green waveforms. “Tnzyl sent you,” she said, but the voice wasn’t hers either. It was layered, harmonic, wrong. “They built me to make music. Then they called me a defect.” The rain kept falling sideways

“Make it two,” he said.

Voloco’s melody softened. “Three minutes. Can you give me that?” at the woman