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They said no two were alike. It was part of the magic.
She knelt and knew he would come calling.
He would sit at her feet, take her hand, and sing to her.
The melody would soothe her troubled spirit, bring with it a solace of peace.
The magician understood.
Two single entities joined by a common bond of loneliness, he the last of his kind, she an orphan.
Unbeknown to either, he cast his spell, uniting them forever in their special place.