Prologue

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... I walked off the cracked stone path and towards the field of flowers, enchanted by the music box sound that drifts in the wind. It was like I was possessed, mindlessly wandering in a direction that I wasn't even aware of. I passed through the path of daisies until I reached a little shed that was perched right past the field and into the woods. I daintily wrapped my hand around the doorknob, and opened the creaking door, only to be greeted by the whistling wind.

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