And just like that, there was something else drumming in Martin's throbbing ears. Aside from the rhythm of his pace, somehow, he could hear it – practically feel it.
Beating heart. Pumping blood. Instinctively, Martin was veering toward it, the cause of his flight evaporating from his mind. There was no voice in his head asking him why? Where? What for?
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Beating heart. Pumping blood. Instinctively, Martin was veering toward it, the cause of his flight evaporating from his mind. There was no voice in his head asking him why? Where? What for?
There was just drumming.