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She dared not look directly at him, her head obscured by a gray hoodie, she had the slumped appearance of an androgynous adolescent. Then he opened them again suddenly, to find Courtlaw still by his side. Little by little, she stopped hating him. The wedding day came shortly after she turned fourteen. 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. “I am going,” she said grimly, with three hairpins in her mouth. She swallowed hard. So long as she stood beside him, the Hand would not prevail.
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