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... en the yelling began. The afternoon had been calm. Seraphine came to his workshop with a notebook and said she was only "purely academically interested" in how he worked.
They had been sitting outside, and Greg was showing Seraphine how to play the song’s rhythm while she tried to keep up. Every time she hit a wrong note, her usually perfect composure broke. Then a farmer ran into the village square, where his face looked pale with fear.
"Monsters coming from the Darkwood!" The m ...
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