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"YOU NEED HELP." Was Yona's reply to being violently shouted at upon entering her younger sisters room. The former didn't reply, she only jolted upwards in bed holding her heart and breathing harshly.
The candle stick Yona clutched in her palms reflected in Gola's large watery eyes. Illuminating an unearthly fear. One might say she looked as though she'd seen a ghost.
"I thought you were him."
"Not this again." Yona rolled her eyes. "Him—the shadow demon isn't real, kid."
Gola made to object. "But what abou—" "It was the wind."
"Then what about—"
Interrupting her troubled sister again, she answered "That time was fire."
These night frights were becoming a regular occurrence. The worries were exhaustingly repetitive.
"And the music?"The younger sister demanded, rising to look her older sister in the eye. Her voice was slick with emotion, her gaze intense. "What of the music playing in the walls?!"
In the smith manor classical music had a habit of pouring out of the walls. Sometimes it was a the entire orchestra. Often it was a lone cello. Or piano.
None of the smith sisters or their girl friends could ever hunt down its origins. the music sounded live like a concert. Close enough to touch. Yet faded and far away as though it were being played next door.
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