Erica
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They say her voice was once bewitching to all who heard it. She was like a siren luring sailors to their deaths on quiet nights...
Those are just rumours that once were, truth be told the youngest daughter of the Count was a mute. Her voice had long been lost in her childhood years, disappearing like a whisper in the wind soon to be forgotten.
She too disappeared with it, fading into the background, outshined by her talented siblings. The harder she tried to regain her worth, the more she was ignored.
Until a chance encounter with a stranger changes everything...
Word count: [100,000 - 150,000]
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