His job as a painter was wearing him down acutely as he aged. 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. “Surely Lady Ennison would object, even if it were possible. "Dead!" echoed the boy.
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