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night as she played he told her it was because of her that he
had the will to go on living. Her music was a blessing upon his
soul. She told him that the Lord's son Ulagant was the most
horrible man she had ever laid eyes upon. He was a drunkard and
a woman beater. He said things that made her cry for days, he
did things to her that only the darkest of hearts could devise.
He was the Devil himself.
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