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The chamber was called the Descension, and for ten years, Leo had trained for it.

But for now, he had the crystal. And the singing had finally stopped.

"Steady," he lied. His pulse was a war drum. ten789

Ten years of guilt. Seven kilometers of descent. Nine minutes of mercy turned to seven seconds of truth.

He reached for it.

"Descension Control to Leo," crackled the comms. "Final check. Bio-signs?"

Six kilometers. His heads-up display flickered. Pressure warnings blinked yellow, then orange. The singing glass here was black as obsidian, and silent. Dead. That was wrong. Every sample from the upper shaft had sung. Why were these dark? The chamber was called the Descension, and for

The bottom was not a floor. It was a mirror.