Sestra had been shown her room. It was large. Larger than anything she had ever seen. The bed could have fit all of them in it and still had room. But still to her, it would be as empty as when she first saw it, even with her in it. She explored the room, finding clothing of sweet elegance and softness. She had put on one of the lace dresses and
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Alex had stood at the bottom of the stairway for a time, making certain that the voice he'd heard was real, before seeking Sestra out. He still wasn't entirely certain what he was seeing was real until Sestra face had lifted enough to give him a good look.
Padding out onto the stage was a disconcerting even without any kind of audience in the chairs below. His head cocked when he got close enough to read the words in the dust. "Is there something you need to tell me, Sesta-love." Alex crouched to get a better look at her face. Did she hear them... see them out of the corner of her eye?
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"Nyet, moi brat, I am not lost. I was drawn here, by my heart." She wondered if he would understand. She shifted, looking down at the words. "Do you believe in ghosts, Sandr? The ones that linger upon the edge of darkness and call out to you."
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She pulled back. "It was in New York but I can hear him here. What ghost talk to you hear? Dance with me?"
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