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. ‘But you are idiot. Worse than any man. And he unsheathed his sword. Mirages, over which he was constantly throwing bridges which were wasted efforts, since invariably they spanned solid ground. It proved to be a human head, though with scarcely a vestige of the features remaining.
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