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  There is an endless stream of static. Echoes of screaming and crumbling rubble can be heard before it cuts out with an abrupt crackle. Dead white noise rings out to the point of pain until the mechanical recorder shuts down. Aevum falls to the floor, holding his ears tightly.

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  Sorry, Damien