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She is beautiful in way that stings. She reminds me of my mother, really, with her wild brown curls and piercing blue eyes. She dresses plainly, but still in a way that flatters her. It is incredible to me that she sighs when she looks in the mirror. Does she not comprehend the angelic qualities of her face? Yes, angelic, that's it. She is an angel. There is an angel in my school.

I watch her, when I can. And I listen to her voice lessons. Who hired the fools that teach here? That man has no knowledge of voices. He called her hopeless. Did he not hear the perfect pitch she possesses? It's true, though, that her voice seems like it is dying. This fool cannot save it! I can.

But how? I cannot teach her face-to-face. She does not know of me. Half the school has no knowledge of my existence, and the other half have heard of me only in stories. Stories of a "phantom" that haunts the high tower. Stories of a ghost with a face of white. Foolish stories.

Perhaps I can earn her trust. Oh, if I only knew how! Every other thing I have devised a way to complete. I built this school, did I not? Built it alone, always alone. I hired that old woman and her wretched daughter. I gave them a place to stay and payment for their troubles. I built passages to every room in the school so that I may observe the students. I have done well, haven't I? Still I cannot think of a way to save her lovely voice. She would fear me, I know, fear me as all people do. What else could she do?

I turn to my music to help me think. The pounding of piano keys clears my head. Oh, the sweet release of music. Music is all I have, all I have ever had. Without it I would have died long ago.

The idea came quickly. The solution was so simple, so utterly obvious. There is one unoccupied room. To that room I had built an excellent passage that lead to the mirror. I can see through the mirror, but whoever was on the other side could not. I will go to work immediately, rigging the mirror so that it serves as a door. It is brilliant.

In a week's time I will be done and she will move to the room. Then I will begin her special lessons. Nothing can go wrong.