He hears the whispers of many thousands of restless souls and discerns the lost woman's voice among them. He listens to her closely, now not even daring to breathe, listens with the most intense concentration he can muster. He charms it upward from the surrounding din, brings it up to his ears until he can make out her words: les caves, les caves, il est dans les caves.
Monday, May 26, 2014
S. - Ship of Theseus - Pg 411
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