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Second Sun #108

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This felt more terrifying than being blind. Being deprived of sight was horrific, but this night had deprived her of hearing, too, at least of anything nearby. Far off sounds crept close then fled, as if terrified, but nearby nothing had sound: it had presence and it had awareness, and without doubt it knew she was there. But it had no sound.
Yet it was there. Below her, slightly to her left. She peered in vain through the blackness for a hint of motion. Possibly...
A scrape of fabric, perhaps. Perhaps skin. Whatever it was, something invisible moved the air.

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