[Rue had taken a minute from her practice after a sleepless night, sitting and listening to Camille Saint-Saëns'
Danse Macabre as she closes her eyes, only for a moment, at one of the Opera Abandoned spacious studios.]
Black feathers...
[She murmurs as she recoils from her seat]
Ahiru? Fakir... Don't be useless laying just there. No, this isn'
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