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Kvothe hasn't been very relaxed lately, what with the mysterious figures in the corners of his vision and the sounds he can't explain, but he's trying to keep on as normally as he can. That of course, means that he can often be found in the library. As he moves through the stacks he abruptly starts and looks around. Seeing nobody he starts walking again, only to freeze a few moments later when the sound comes to his ears again, louder and more distinct and only in his ears.
Kvothe.
He goes almost white, the green of his eyes very pale. He recognizes that voice, of someone who couldn't possibly be calling him. He draws breath to call back, then presses his lips together and keeps his silence. The voice isn't real. It can't be.
Kvothe.
He goes almost white, the green of his eyes very pale. He recognizes that voice, of someone who couldn't possibly be calling him. He draws breath to call back, then presses his lips together and keeps his silence. The voice isn't real. It can't be.