### As you pick up the broken horn, a flood of sensations fills your mind. *Swell of anxious murmurs. Pomp and ceremony. Dread and resignation.* Another shivers. Raised to the platform. The king calls out. None will speak for them. Guilty. Signal given. Torn to pieces. Screams, then silence. Viscera covers the stage. Crowd cheers. Another call. My turn.