There was a man, a boy, and a woman. She did not wince. For the first time in her life she had heard music; the door to enchanted sounds had been flung wide. Her mother was a goddess to her all through her youth, the mysterious ruler of all things beautiful and wonderful and lunar, her eyes that glinted spectral blue, as if she had the knowledge and the magic to raise the very dead.
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