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“Once there was a little girl who played her music for a little boy in the wood. She was small and dark, he was tall and fair, and the two of them made a fancy pair as they danced together, dancing to the music the little girl heard in her head.”

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“You are the one who wanted a happy ending, my dear. So you tell me, how does the story end?
Tears slipped from my face, and he wiped them away with his thumbs.
The foolish young man lets the beautiful maiden go.“
"Yes.” His voice was clotted thick with unshed emotion. “He lets her go.”  

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“Life,” he said softly, “is more than flesh. Your body is a candle, your soul the flame. The longer I burn the candle…” He did not finish.
“A candle unused is nothing but wax and wick,” I said. “I would rather light the flame, knowing it will go out than sit forever in darkness.”

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                                                         O V E R T U R E ; 

winter turned to spring, spring to summer, summer into autumn, autumn back into winter, but each turning of the year grew harder and harder as the little girl grew up while the goblin king remained the same. will you marry me, elisabeth? the goblin king asked.                                                                                    but the little girl did not reply.

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                   “Love is the bridge that spans the world above and below,
                            and keeps the wheel of life turning.”
                                                                                         ― S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong