The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The hall smells of wet wool and burnt sugar. It is a bad smell. It is the smell of the end. You are standing by the piano. You are not supposed to be there. You are the new one. You are the ghost who arrived last week with a suitcase that was too heavy for your shoulders. The floorboards creak under your feet. They sound like dry bones snapping. Everyone is looking at you. They do not know why...

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