He presses play, and the Moonlight Sonata begins.
He pours wine. Checks his suit. Lights candles, marks the circle, casts the spell.
Her ghost appears.
A translucent hand to his, he places a ring.
It clatters on the floor. She is gone.
The music stops.
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