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. Lucy had been ignoring her, not purposefully, but noticeably. Giles Bowl I. His gaze dropped to the black garment that covered her. "Open the door, I say, or I'll burst it open. He never felt any need to explain himself.
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