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... of a giant bird swooping down on unsuspecting prey.
It’s the fluting, warbling whistle of a musician in distress. Probably some weird monster.
I, being of sound mind and body, head straight towards the sound.
*Whistle!!!*
“Calm down, I’m coming,” I say, half to myself.
*Whistle???*
I blink. Something in the intonation is discernable to me, shifting from ‘Help!’ to ‘Is someone there?’
I continue forward as I search for the sound’s source. ...
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