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Chapter 1Why are you doing this?The young woman stood before Erik, trembling from head to foot, her stage makeup streaked down her face, crystal tears sailing down her cheeks and dropping steadily to...

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Erik could see her standing there on the stage from where he hid behind the red velvet curtain in Box Five. Wearing a faded grey work dress, she mopped a small area of the wide expanse of stage while...

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How do I look?Charlotte glanced over at the sound of Eriks voice and looked him up and down. He stood there, adjusting his jacket over his shoulders, a rather awkward look on his face. She gave him a...

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Charlotte returned to the inn late afternoon, her feet sore as she trudged up the stairs, carrying a bag with a few purchases inside. She'd had a good day, however; walking about the city, looking at...

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Charlotte followed the strange man, whose name, she had learned, was Raoul, into the Conciergerie, a huge building, its countless cell windows glowing and flickering with soft lamplight. Was Erik...

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The following weeks were no better for Erik. After the night he'd arrived at the prison, he woke up late in the morning with a dull headache from the sedative, and he'd suffered another panic attack...

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The door to Eriks observation room creaked open. He gave a deep, anxious sigh, shifting anxiously in a chair with straps belted around his wrists and ankles. Two doctors and two nurses approached him...

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"Come on, if we walk quickly we won't get as wet," laughed Charlotte, running across the street with Erik, rainwater dripping down her face. Erik's teeth chattered loudly against each other as the wet...

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The train rocked gently back and forth, slicing smoothly through the fog that hung over the tracks. Green shrubbery flew past the window in a blur, broken here and there by occasional gaps, and...

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The past two weeks since the trip to Paris had been pleasant for both Charlotte and Erik. Day after day Charlotte grew closer to Erik and became considerably gentler with him, now that she knew how...

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Erik stood at the mouth of raging furnace that belched hot flames at his face, snarling and growling from deep inside its belly like some sort of wild animal. He watched as dark figures in white robes...

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Charlotte stood, shivering, on the front step of her friends posh home, knocking repeatedly on the pearly white door. She couldnt believe after all this nice weather that it was beginning to snow, but...

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Erik glanced up as he walked through the door of the moderately crowded restaurant, knocking the snow off of his boots and giving his cloak to a young boy standing beside the door. The establishment...

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Charles sat astride a rickety wooden chair in a dimly lit bar, lifting a scratched, foggy glass to his lips. The brandy warmed his throat and stomach, sending pleasant waves of satisfaction through...

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Charlotte was very worried about Erik.She stood in the kitchen of her home, boiling a pot of chicken broth on the stove and watching large white flakes drift down outside the window like feathers. A...

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As the gray morning began to dawn, a soft knock sounded on the door, barely audible against the howling winds outside. Charles slowly blinked open his eyes, staring at a foreign wooden ceiling. It was...

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In almost no time it all, it seemed, the sun had plummeted behind the edge of the earth and the icy moon began to rise in the black sky scattered with flickering stars. The wind had died down, but in...

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The softest streaks of pink and orange were just beginning to kiss the horizon not more than two hours after Erik had started off for Blois. The wind had started to pick up again, drying the smeared...

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The doctor woke early in the morning, groaning loudly as his aching muscles began to cramp. He should have known better than to sleep in a wooden chair for the entire night. He stood up, noting his...

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Laughter and squeals of delight floated in through the window of the dusty storage room, reaching Erik's ears and causing him to flinch with irritation. The children playing outside were bothering him...

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