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The Man of Armadon, Lap Pun Cheung
I remembered him well. He would sit for hours on end, entertaining the children who passed by creating little hummingbirds and butterflies that would flit around the children, making them squeel with laughter and the parents smile. I looked at that empty crate for a long time, knowing the Silver-haired man would never again sit there, creating music with the laughter of children.