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... ial atmosphere, a place where music lovers alike gathered; Igna soon realized how futile the display was. Fake smiles and brave faces; even during recitals where multiple guests came to watch – Syndra’s orchestra’s cheery side, well, was nothing but an illusion. A cleanly constructed fa?ade hiding misery. And thus, as he entered said area – the air brushed them past. Lizzie held a common look as if saying, ‘-here we go again.’

“And, what about the symbol?”

“I refused her offer,” ...

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