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"I'm so sorry," she whispered. She began to hum, an old tune from her village. The notes floated through the air, sad and eerie, and as gray as the ever-present fog. Sky high, iced out paradise, in the sky Ain't no place I'd rather be Only place that's right for me Chromed out mansion in paradise, in the sky
