-67 Vocal Preset -

The preset was called .

She clicked it.

It sounded exactly like her own.

Lena scrolled.

Lena reached for the delete key.

It thawed .

The tape was pristine. As it spun, the level meters twitched, then surged. A voice filled her headphones—not a voice, really. It was a temperature . A sound so cold it felt like a wind tunnel opening in her skull. The vocal was a whisper, but the whisper was the size of a cathedral.