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"Still no word from the Council?" Vincent van Gogh's reincarnation sat cross-legged on the conservatory floor, bandaged hands smeared with cobalt blue. His Palette ability allowed him to pull objects from paintings, but today he'd only produced a single wilted sunflower. "They said the eighth would come before the Fracture."

Clara felt her Resonance flare without permission. The rooftop began to hum. "How do we stop her?" muses8 comics

"Why did you come here?" Clara asked.

She didn't play a concerto. She didn't summon ribbons of sound. She played a simple, halting melody—the first song she'd ever learned as a child, before the Council found her, before the powers, before the weight of a dead woman's legacy settled on her shoulders. She played it badly, with wrong notes and uneven tempo. And she let herself feel what she'd been denying for years: "Still no word from the Council