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Dancing #33

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The fiddler paced the room until he stood in front of me, facing me directly. His bow moved ever faster, his fingers tripping in a frantic blur along the strings. My vision distorted and the room swayed as faster and faster the music spun me. Breathless, I needed fresh air but couldn't locate the doorway, cold sweat pricked my forehead and my heart hammered in my chest. I felt drunk and staggered as I arose, but suddenly Helega appeared at my side and held me steady.
Then, turning away from me, the fiddler slowed his playing... and I breathed again.

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    Christopher 5 months ago

    What kind of place is this?! Great build-up of tension, Drew.

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    Drew Martyn 5 months ago

    Thanks Christopher :)

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    Neville Hunt 5 months ago

    Ditto. I’m there in my mind and I think I need some air and bit of a sit down too!

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