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Appearances Over Time
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Tessa stared at him for a long moment.
Because even bad men don't like what lives down there, she said.
The wind picked up after dark, rattling the tent.
The ridge made the gusts sound like whispers.
I slept fitfully.
I dreamed of the voice calling, But in the dream it came from inside the tent, inches from my face.
At some point in the night, I woke to the sound of movement outside.
Not a knock, not a whistle.
Footsteps.
I held my breath.
The steps were slow, careful, circling the tent.
Whoever it was stepped on rock, on leaves, then stopped.
I could feel the pause like a pressure.
Luke whispered, Noah, I didn't answer.
The footsteps moved again.
Then just outside the tent wall by my head, something sniffed.
Not a quick animal sniff, a long inhale like lungs pulling in information.
A voice, quiet, close, too close, said, y'all sleepin'?
It was a man's voice, familiar in a way that made my stomach flip.
Not Luke, not Tessa.