Luke 7

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I hunched over the lute, concentrating on what my hands were doing. My fingers darted, then danced, then flew. I played hard as a hailstorm, like a hammer beating brass. I played soft as sun on autumn wheat, gentle as a single stirring leaf.
The Wise Man's Fear (The Kingkiller Chronicle, #2)
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