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... played faintly in the background. Just below it were whispers, loud enough to know something was being said, but not what.
I found myself standing in a dark hallway, the faint glow of the television softly illuminating one end, and it was there the whispers originated from.
I found myself moving toward it steadily, the TV growing clearer the closer I got.
"... 7, 6, 11, 5, 9, and 20. That’s all folks, better luck next time. As a consolation, please enjoy this piano piece ...
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