The Ghostly Presence

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Days turned into weeks, and Amelia became obsessed with the melody.  She played it over and over, trying to decipher its secrets, to understand its meaning.  She felt a strange connection to the music, a sense that it was more than just a collection of notes.

One night, as she played the waltz, she felt a chill run down her spine.  She looked up, her heart pounding in her chest, and saw a figure standing in the doorway.  It was a young woman, her face obscured by the shadows, her eyes filled with a longing that mirrored the melody.

Amelia gasped, her fingers faltering on the keys.  The woman smiled, a sad, wistful smile, and then she was gone.

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