[Link had been sleeping relatively peacefully that night - at least, until a faint thread of anxiety had woven into his dreams, and his hand had tingled powerfully enough to wake him.]
[When Zelda races in, he's sitting up in bed, staring at his hand, face pale and distinct fear in his expression.]
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[When Zelda races in, he's sitting up in bed, staring at his hand, face pale and distinct fear in his expression.]
...He's here, isn't he?