The bard stopped, peered at the poster, and squinted, mouthing a few silent numbers.
"I thought there were supposed to be five of them. Eh, difficult to tell at this angle."
"I thought there were supposed to be five of them. Eh, difficult to tell at this angle."
"But in the laugh there was another voice. A clearer laugh, an ironic laugh. A laugh which laughs because it chooses not to weep."
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