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"Black Maaaaajic," the dark man replied with a nod, blowing out twin streams of cigar smoke from between his nostrils, his accent rendering the word as Madge eeek.

"The music keeps her safe, the music in her mind," he amplified, tapping his temple with his his pointer finger without losing his grip on the cigar. The song was winding down in a ridiculously long guitar solo.

"Who can say how long though eh?" Between one syllable and the next the strange darkly clothed man was gone, leaving nothing but the faint hint of cigar smoke and the impression of distant drums pounding over the sugar cane.