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The voices were calling to her again, voices that sounded like the high chime of the Sunday church bell. Ashling slid beneath her covers wrapping the cotton material over her ears. Maybe if she pretended not to see them they’d go away. The sound of small fingers tapping came from her windowsill. Ashling curled in on herself trying to hide from the little creatures. She could see the patches of light they emitted through her blanket as they darted across the room, shooting stars against the midnight blue cloth. Ashing bolted upwards, tumbling out of her bed. She landed on her bum but quickly backed away towards the door. She’d f