Gold- flecked darkness

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With one powerful throw, I slam the Harp back onto its stand and quickly turn towards the door.

But it's too late. The Harp has me completely under its control.

"Foolish girl,". Its voice booms through the archives.

"You have played my enchanting strings and now belong to me. Now I will never be alone."

A chill ran through my spine.

"Now, my dear, we will go somewhere that no one will ever find us".

"NO, Please--".

I didn't have a chance to finish my plea as the Harp and I vanish into a cloud of gold- flecked darkness.

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