The voice

"Come, follow me", rings out a voice in the distance. It was faint but still audible. It was far but still near. It was calm and yet errie. As the day would go on the presence would grow stronger and the goose bumps on his skin would rise farther and farther. "Come, be with me", it would say this time louder and bolder than the first call! The voice wanted him, no the voice needed him to follow and come with it. It had plans and needs. This stiffled voice that was growing stronger. It could finally be alive again if he would just follow it. Just listen and, "Come".

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