It was a cruel winter. Sebastian sat by the field of shrivelled vegetation, thumbing uselessly at his home-made violin. The first strains of sorrow haunted the ruined fields. The sound rose, echoing throughout the fields,the cities,the mansions and the straw huts. The music grew powerful and seeped out the nation; it was a cruel winter.
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