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The hairs on the back of my neck stood when I heard the first whispered hiss. Quickly my mind took me to fear. The next hiss was methodical and gentle, the hairs fell, and I listened.

“Follow us for succor, your peril will heal.” These whispers are truth, I tell you, they have found comfort in the walls of my skull.

I must find the source. I must find the source. I must find the source.

The whispers. My relief.

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