The dreams begin again, their soft, effervescent forms come and go like tendrils of fog never leaving a memory. I wait in the darkness, listening to the conversations I cannot comprehend. Such voices make me shudder. Am I the subject of their alien cant? Or, am I even apparent to them? Will they suddenly realize they are overheard and turn some cruel vengeance on me as an assumed eavesdropper? I cannot help but hear.
But another voice, a whisper, reminds me of my task. Feminine tones reach my ears as though spoken from worlds away.
“Please. Find him,” she pleads.
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