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. The Wastrel, his eyes full of humorous evil, stood inside the room. He entered the room with his usual deliberation, and looked covertly about him. " A prophecy which was to be fulfilled in a singular way.
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