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''No one knows his real identity. But it's said that he fell from the skies when a soaring drake crossed the capital. He is a virtuous musician with crippled legs. He plays like no other, capable of playing seasons, emotions, words, and tales of an old love. He calls a name through the strings of his violin, but no one answers. Sometimes, it seems his crooked legs will bend and make it fall, but he keeps playing, no matter what. He shows no interest in the gold tossed at his feet, as he always stares into his public's eyes instead. What is he looking for? He travels from city to city, awaiting the missing peace in his heart.''
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