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Winter Wind Jazz/Falsetto Oneshot ~~ To be truly honest, with oneself, and with others, a fickle soul must be in solitude. Even lost, if only to know that the one return to those they loved would be through fate that guided them, and not the icy hand of jealousy, or anger's fiery fists... Not knowing east or west, north or south, only that she would be completely alone, away from faces she recognized as friends or enemies. If any place was more fitting, it was difficult to be sure. It felt right with such things around her; freezing wind and brittle ice, that mirrored the confines of her heart. Baroque truly was a beautiful place, in it