Andrei


    I awoke to silence. A dead, distant silence.


    And then the footsteps. Soft, steady.


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    They echoed, followed by a rhythmic thud.


    The space around me seemed empty.


    I felt the floor. Stone.


    “Who are you? Why can’t I—”


    I felt a finger against my lips.


    And then the voice. Weaving through my thoughts.


    Familiar as if it had always been there.