A Song From The Past
"Fine, you can escort me."
As we walked down the seemingly endless hallway, the hum of magic intensified, resonating through the air and sending shivers down my spine. It is familiar with the sound I had grown accustomed to whenever I am using my magic, a constant reminder of the power that lay within me. However, this time, there was something different about it. I am not using my magic yet it felt alive, as if it was responding to something.
Unable to ignore its allure, I decided to address the topic that had been on my mind since I arrived. "I haven't seen little Sophia since I came here," I mentioned, hoping to distract myself from the captivating hum.
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