Give up, Elisabeth," Der Erlkönig crooned. "Let go, my dear. Lay down your flute and rest. Stay with me."I closed my eyes. I could no longer feel the instrument between my numb fingers. I was tired, out of breath, and out of ideas."Yes," he hissed. "Gently, slowly-
-S. Jae-Jones
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