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“I volunteer!” She
shouted it, but her voice crackled. Her throat had dried up on her, and she wet
her lips and tried again. “I volunteer, Senior. I have seen it!”
No one chimed then, nor
did they whisper. Only Mirau gave a tiny sob beside her. Omira nodded again,
but even her controlled expression wavered and grew sorrowful. Her voice held,
however, and they all heard the answer. A few echoed the words.
“That which is seen must come to pass.”