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... in.
The sound carried over the river, but nothing happened.
"...Even if your voice changes, the tone you use stays the same," Yuna said carefully.
She looked nervous, as if she thought I’d take it the wrong way. "Maybe we should try something else?"
I understood what she meant.
She wasn’t saying I sang badly, just that the Cursed Spirit had a different sense of beauty.
"It’s fine. I have a plan," I said, turning toward Dante. "Dante, sing for a bit ...
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