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CHAPTER XXVII

           (BLOOD HOWL)

           DRIP! DRIP! DRIP!

           The sound echoes to the entire mansion as silence is imminent and the storm continues to get worse. To the eerie hallway, to the dim corners, the fast-asleep servants, and the long-running time of the peculiar and particular stormy night. A hum slowly is being heard as a song plays and echoes together with the symphony of the music box that does not exist. 

           “Die, die, die, just what should I do?”

           A little girl's voic

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