"What would you like most in this world?" he asked. 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. CHAPTER XIII. She could feel his eyes surreptiously scanning her backside. He was always visualizing the Hand whenever he let his gaze rest upon the horizon.
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