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. He was a fool. The few whites he had ever known generally offered to pet him when they really wanted to kick him. He heard Melusine cry out, but his attention was all for the nick he had made in her neck.
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