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Ann Veronica sat down in the other arm-chair and darned badly for a minute or so. You’ll need that. Brown. It was if the world had blinked out for a moment. A hush descended across the audience as instruments tuned, creating small ladders of fifths that collapsed abruptly, snatches of solos that disappeared and reappeared like gags in a house of mirrors.
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