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It reminded her of one of the old tales her mother Marina had told her about a sculptor named Farhat. 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 felt his heart beat faster and faster—his self-restraint slipping away. “I do not know you,” she said coldly. I know why.
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