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... art was in turmoil. What was he going on about, binding this life and tying the next?
How could this man, rage at her in the dressing room one moment, then say such heart-stirring things on stage the next?
She badly wanted to be mad at him, but looking down at the deeply symbolic ankle chain on her foot, she couldn’t stop her heart from pounding.
Women were indeed creatures of sound, their ears soft and incapable of resisting such sweet bombardments.
It was only a ...
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