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[owendavies.livejournal.com]

The high melody wafting about the doorway, although mostly familiar, seems disembodied, as if no harp is playing it. Indeed, when Owen Davies pushes open the front door, he comes alone, carrying no instrument.

Anyone who has previously spoken to Owen Davies at length might notice something indefinably odd about Owen's posture, and about the lines on his face.