It was at Cape Liptrap that the call came through. The setting was almost absurdly beautiful, the sea one way and alpacas (of all things) the other. And then there was the voice. Everyone in the world knew this voice; it was the voice of Darth Vader, it was the voice of the Lion King, for some fraction of spoken word devotees it was the voice of God.
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