7
Chloe left me to my work with images of the skunk dancing through my mind, passing the hours as I whittled my way closer to completion. The afternoon slid into evening and the sun had begun its descent as I stood and stretched. My back popped and my legs were stiff, but the aches and pains were worth it as I looked down at the harp that lay on the bench. The curve on both sides was finished. That left only the straight edges of the top and bottom. A full day would complete my task, and then the day after I could try to break the curse.
I furrowed my brow as I picked up my harp and knife. Tristan hadn’t explained how exactly I could break the curse, only that I needed my harp and a pretty white dress. That thought weighed heavily on my mind as I walked to the front door.
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