At first she didn’t hear it, plausibly because she was too tired, also ‘coz she was desperately trying to hack her way forward, her thinly legs battling to remain steady, her frail self half dying of sheer exhaustion.

As she willed herself forward, forging herself through the blinding darkness__hemmed in on all sides by an ever thickening blanket tall leafy tress, their branches towering over like darkish bats’ wings___she found herself increasingly assaulted by the eerie sound, ever rising in a crescendo.

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