The noise was deafening, swelling from the walls. Water poured down from somewhere far above. One could think that to be seen in this cellar would provide a kind of entrance, a visible substance, holding the bronze baritone saxaphone, leading the minds in the audience towards a pure chaos. It sounded like the dissonance of a city colliding with a
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