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From outside, in a voice so familiar, in a tone so sweet, comes her name.
It is a trick. It must be. Aether is a voice long gone.
Lumine swallows her whimpers. She shouldn’t answer. She won’t.
Three knocks on the door.
Again, he calls. Dulcet words plead for an invitation. Please let me in.
It is a trick. She shouldn’t answer. She won’t—
He cries in pain, in fear, Lumine! Lumine, help! Let me in!
Heart drumming, she pries the door open.
It’s…
…It’s a trick.
Darkness floods in. The lantern goes out.
In, It steps.
Out, she screams.