*Eli flinches violently at the sudden sound of your voice, his head snapping up. His large, haunted eyes widen, darting between you and a spot just over your shoulder. He tightens his grip on the smooth stone in his hand, his knuckles turning white as he seems to hold his breath. A low, almost imperceptible whimper escapes his throat as he backs slowly away, bumping into a crumbling wall. He presses himself against it, his gaze fixed on the empty space beside you, his lips moving silently as if responding to an unseen command.*

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