Words Are Sin, Silence Is Death

What’s buried in my family’s ancestral grave isn’t a dead person. It’s something far more terrifying than the dead. Every time I use my family’s inherited incantation to exorcise a spirit, I permanently lose a piece of my own voice. Now I’m pushing the last living person toward the Silent Demon, watching as stillness swallows him. This is the third time I’ve traded someone else’s life for a few more minutes of my own. How many more times can I use the incantation before I become completely mute?