Martin came to the stage from his section, his own violin in hand. From head to foot he was attired in the fashionable garb of the young man of the moment. Rumors had it he had been a looker in his youth, all long hair and chiseled muscles, but those days were long gone. All that he had sown that afternoon with such infinite care was as nothing compared to this seed, cast without forethought.
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