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"No... I am not certain." Her words were little more than a breath, a warm breeze against the cold. It had seemed little more than this hiss of a disturbed snake basking in sunlight, yet there had been more to it... the soft lilt of an intended utterance.
She closed her eyes, relaxing her shoulders and standing tall, listening. Whatever it had been, it was no longer, or was well hidden.
"No." she added finally. "It must have been the whisper of pebbles sliding into the lake, or some such natural thing."
She did not mention to him the harsh voice, like plate armor falling, grinding across hard rock, that now murmered grating nothings in the back of her mind and promised her to lay in wait on the far side of the lake.
"You truly heard nothing?" Her voice shook as she shivered against the sound that seemed not to be there.
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