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OneWord- Piano

The keys of the piano were old. As her fingers brushed them it felts like they were cracking beneath her touch. Then again, it felt like the whole universe had cracked. Ever since it had started, ever since they came, everything had been turned to ash. It had been so long since she had even seen a piano, and so long since she had been able to stop running long enough to admire it.

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