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Lucy loved orchestras, the bittersweet tinge of rosin dust that hung in the air, the way that the sun shone through filthy windows illuminating the marimbas with a storybook light. Cursing under his breath, Gerald moved swiftly across and dragged her away. In spite of all this, he grew daily better and stronger, and his spirits revived. "Do not shed more blood," cried the carpenter. I've left mine on the spikes of the New Prison, and must borrow yours.
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