"Fear cuts deeper than swords." - George R.R. Martin
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"What do you mean by "Sofia has disappeared"?" I asked him boldly.
"She wanted to look into the room next to the one we were in before, but I explained to her that I would first search through the other ones. She agreed, but when I came back to get her she was gone. I...I can't find her," he explained, and I noticed a slight sense of guilt in his voice. My fingertips brushed over his cheek and I noticed the heath underneath. His breath was a bit irregular, and his skin felt somewhat rough. He blamed himself.
"How long has she been gone?" I tried to get his attention back to the essential part of our conversation, "over forty-five minutes," he mumbled and looked down. The guilt in his v
