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| 52c48c8 | I had heard the wind from the mountains calling me last night, telling me it was my time to go, and I woke up, knowing what to do. Once I was in that cold dim room, without furniture or carpet or rugs, only a dollhouse that wasn't as wonderful as the original, I opened the tall and narrow closet door and began my ascent up the steep and narrow stairs. On my way to the attic. On my way to where I'd find my Christopher, again . . . | the-last-moment | V.C. Andrews |