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We’ll get you out of there, Violet, but it’s going to take time …
My father’s parting words haunted me. I was waiting it out all right. But how much longer could I last? Could I last months? I had promised my father I would, but it was already September and my resolve wasn’t as concrete as it had been.
I hit a few random notes on the piano, not really intending to play anything. But the isolation of the room began to play tricks on my mind, and I needed that comforting sound that would muffle the creaking of the floorboards and mute the raging wind that was battering the windows.
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