A hush descended across the audience as instruments tuned, creating small ladders of fifths that collapsed abruptly, snatches of solos that disappeared and reappeared like gags in a house of mirrors. "The plot's out!" cried Jack. God bless you, Auntie! I'll go into the mills and make pulp with my bare hands, if you want me to. Considering how little he lets her have. His foot touched the rounded edge of the starling, and glanced off, precipitating him into the water.
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