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Simon:  The town had a long history of crafting musical instruments, and many living there were musically talented. Simon himself specialized in the zither and in writing tunes, while his younger sister was the finest singer in the village. She had no training, but her sheer charm and clear singing voice had suitors lining up around the block. One day, she met a man in the woods. His sister never discussed him in detail, only claiming that he taught her a song that could kill. From then on, she began to hole herself up at home. Concerned over her growing lack of appetite, Simon barged into his sister’s room one day only to find her an emaciated husk of herself. Her eyes looked possessed, with a strange light in them. The next day, he headed into the forest to find the man responsible for transforming his sister into someone he hardly recognized. Yet after traipsing aimlessly through the woods for half a day, he turned up nothing. Come nightfall, when he was dragging his weary legs home, he spied a terrifying sight. His hometown was a red sea of flames. Even from a distance, he saw masses of people collapsed in the streets. No one was moving. Over this nightmarish sight floated the faint strains of a song sung by a woman. “And once I realized who was singing, I ran from the village. Everything about it was terrifying. I knew that no one would survive, not even my sister, who was reciting a tune I had never heard before.” His story concluded, Simon closed his eyes.
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Tinasha:  Tinasha shook her head, brows knit in consternation. “But…was it really all due to your sister’s curse song? I find that a little hard to imagine. Why didn’t you go and make absolutely sure?”
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Simon:  “I’m aware I’m a coward. Even if I could revisit that day, I still wouldn’t set foot in my village. What I saw was too horrific. I learned that day that nightmares could turn into reality.” Simon muttered, a faint smile on his lips. Indelible terror flickered in his eyes. “After speaking with you, Your Majesty, I feel some modicum of closure. Until now, I couldn’t tell anyone else about this. Thank you.”
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Oscar:  Oscar asked, a cynical grin on his face. “Does that have some connection to you killing others?”
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Tinasha:  Tinasha, however, still looked baffled.
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Simon:  Simon’s weak expression grew into a sunny smile. “No, it isn’t related at all. I simply wanted to repay a bit of gratitude to Clara for saving me.”
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Tinasha:  “Killing people is repaying gratitude?” Tinasha questioned.
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Simon:  “Yes. As word spread of a singer who could bring death, customers flocked to her with the express goal of hearing her sing. Curiosity is a strange beast. Once I got involved, her customers doubled.” Simon explained, making no attempt to disguise his disdain for the victims.
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Tinasha:  That made Tinasha openly uncomfortable, even as she elbowed Oscar in the stomach warningly.
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Oscar:  Oscar maintained his composure, however.
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Simon:  Abruptly, Simon’s face twisted.