The black clad students streamed slowly to their positions carrying their instruments like offerings to the pilgrimage. “Lucy, where is your callous? All violinists have calluses on their necks and hands from playing. She felt herself falling, her bile rising in her 61 throat, the cold wind spinning around her like vertigo. Without care he will die. “You see,” she said, very gently, “I AM going.
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