8 the voice


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“And these things here  …”
The voice in the darkness held up an arm to indicate the bracelet on Ka-Lan’s wrist.
“No one else wearing that  ..  you noticed?”

Ka-Lan hadn’t.  He’d barely clapped eyes on anyone but those sadistic motherfuckers called guards. And it was pitch-black in this hut.
“Not got these because you’re a newcomer.  Hardly anyone gets kitted out with those.”
Was that supposed to re-assure?  Even the way he felt, Ka-Lan felt a shiver.  Getting picked on?

Ka-Lan was struck by the strength of the arms around his shoulder.  And the power of the physical presence that was keeping him upright.  Oddly he felt drawn to this stranger.


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