Music washes the soul, the fruit of a Christmas miracle.
She is seven. She does not speak. Cruelty follows. Fear spreads. What if her silence is forever? What if God has forgotten her? What if her voice was never meant to sound like ours at all?
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She is seven. She does not speak. Cruelty follows. Fear spreads. What if her silence is forever? What if God has forgotten her? What if her voice was never meant to sound like ours at all?
