After what seemed like a long minute, Mr Gorden finally took slow careful steps toward the direction of the sound, as if he was afraid the faint cry might disappear if he moved too quickly.
As he drew closer, he could make out a small shape resting near the base of a low wall, wrapped neatly in a cloth that looked far too clean and exquisite for something abandoned.
The crying had grown softer, as though the little strength left was fading. He hesitated for few seconds before he slowly bent down. His hand hovered above the bundle before finally touching it.
And the moment his fingers brushed against the cloth, the crying stopped...
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Finally, two weeks after waking up, Elara returned to Voice. She had insisted on coming late at night, when most people would already be asleep. But things did not go the way she had thought.
