[ He turns at the sound of her voice, his hand falling back to his side. He recognizes her, of course — someone who had been fascinated at the sight of the stars so easily within reach, wondering without the fear of so many that he has since encountered. ]
There is something strange at work here, [ he says finally, looking back at the door now, brows furrowing. ]
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There is something strange at work here, [ he says finally, looking back at the door now, brows furrowing. ]
Where were you when you first heard it?