[ it's definitely not just the wind, because alan will suddenly feel the weight of a presence behind him, the feeling that comes with someone breaching your personal space, standing way too close to you.
and then, a soft, clear whisper in his ear: "Oh? Fresh blood? It's that time of year already, hm...?" ]
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and then, a soft, clear whisper in his ear: "Oh? Fresh blood? It's that time of year already, hm...?" ]