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Tuesday, October 11, 2011

From "The Winds of Moira" by Lawrence Sylou-Creutz Ojermark

“It’s quiet here.” Allodial said.

Analecta didn’t say anything at first, and in fact seemed to not have heard. She merely continued to write in her journal. It wasn’t long however that she too realized the penetrating silence.

“Yes, strangely quiet. We should hear some noises, but there is not even the rustling of the wind.” She said in mild surprise.

They paused, both looking around and straining to hear the slightest sound, but there was nothing. Allodial looked over toward Analecta, seeing her brow wrinkle as she pushed herself from the rock and moved quietly toward a nearby tree. There she paused and closed her eyes.

“It feels like the forest is dead,” Allodial stated, watching Analecta for a response.

There was none, she simply stood unmoving. Without warning Analecta jogged across the small clearing and again strained her ears, pausing, slowing her heart and listening for the faintest of sounds.


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