Chant royal
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I was exploring the unknown in a room of four walls and four doors; playing with makeup, brushes, and paint.
Then I heard a voice like no other coming from just down the hall, through three doors away, echoing in the big room.
The voice was not shouting, but it was clear and rang loud
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