” “Every one hasn’t the Gift. 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 not a madman, or a pauper, or even an unreasonable person. "Don't scourge me," she cried, trying to hide herself in the farthest corner of the cell.
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