Thursday, 9 March 2017

The Paino EB year5

An extract from the piano:

The weak man's fingers were frozen onto the rusted keys.whilest he played the sorrow-filled rhythm, the candles started to dramatically flicker on and off. The room turned as cold as a snow storm.Then ,he pressed the only key he had always..Dreaded...

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