Reaching out, he allowed his hand to lightly brush its frame.
Sturdy.
Suppressing small waves of anticipation, this time he placed his hand on a rung and let it remain there a moment. The singing earlier had not been his imagination... he could hear it clearly now.
Could this be it? Had he finally found it? Or, more accurately, had it found him?
He felt a small smile creep onto his lips as he placed both hands on the ladder and peered upward. His breath caught in his throat as his eyes adjusted to the dim light and took in what he saw...
-Kyle-
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