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Wild thunder, caged beside a sleeping afternoon.

Four musicians in matching jackets perform as The Comrades.

Nobody mentioned the uninvited guest at teatime.

The city holds its breath, unbothered by strangeness.

Lizard knight clutches steel, donkey maiden holds his heart.

Even dentophobia needs its own therapy session, apparently.

Immortalized in gold, worshipped beyond the final scroll.

Nothing says bumper harvest like designer sunglasses.