Prologue

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My voice was my most prized possession. I could lose my guitar, I could lose my drums. But my voice was the thing I loved most about myself. It was who I was. My music was a part of me that could never be replaced. 

That was, until the day the witch came and cursed me... and I lost what I loved the most.

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