Prologue

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take a little walk
To the edge of town
And go cross the tracks

"Inside the house:
The blood of Alan McMichael on the floor.
The broken banister where Edith had fallen.
The chimney in the library, raising as the house took a deep breath of poisoned air.
There are things that tie ghosts to a place, very much like they do us.

Some remain tethered to a patch of land or a time and date. But there are others that hold to an emotion, a drive: loss, revenge, or love...
...a terrible crime...

And the ghost of Lucille Sharpe, alone, all alone forever, seated at the piano in the unforgiving cold. Playing the first note of the lullaby.

Those, they never leave.

Let the wind blow kindly
in the sail of your dreams
and the moon light of your journey
and bring you to me.

We can't live in mountains
we can't live out at sea.
Where oh, where oh, my lover,
shall I come to thee?"

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