Fantasy Short Story

Passage

Part Four

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The only thing that mattered was her voice. It was beguilingly close, as if she stood right beside him speaking ever so quietly in his ear, though she stood at the limits of his visual perception. He knew she was calling to him, though her language perplexed him. He wasn’t even sure if it was a language or, perhaps, some form of nonverbal communication. A song of tone and…