Whispers She Heard

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Whispers She Heard

PROLOGUE

I woke up screaming.

For a moment, I couldn't see or hear anything. It was as though I'd been buried deep underground, in a place where I couldn't tell up from down, surrounded by darkness and silence. Then I became aware of the cold creeping beneath my clothes, making my skin prickle.

There was a sound, too. Something faint and strange, almost like wind rustling through leaves. But it wasn't coming from outside. It seemed to be coming from somewhere inside my head, a soft, persistent whisper.