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Chapter Seven: “Voices in the Void”
Journal Entry – Day 7
The knocking didn’t come last night.
Instead, there were voices.
At first, I thought I was imagining things. The groaning was still there, low and steady, but behind it, I started to hear faint whispers. It was like someone speaking just out of earshot, their words swallowed by the night.
By Pleiades MoonStar and AssociatesChapter Seven: “Voices in the Void”
Journal Entry – Day 7
The knocking didn’t come last night.
Instead, there were voices.
At first, I thought I was imagining things. The groaning was still there, low and steady, but behind it, I started to hear faint whispers. It was like someone speaking just out of earshot, their words swallowed by the night.