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Look into my face and I'm everybody. Scratch my back and I'm nobody.
A house of wood in a hidden place. Built without nails or glue. High above the earthen ground. It holds pale gems of blue.
You must keep this thing. Its loss will affect your brothers. For once yours is lost, it will soon be lost by others.
I am never quite what I appear to be. Straight-forward I seem, but it's only skin deep. For mystery most often lies beneath my simple speech. Sharpen your wits, open your eyes, look beyond my exteriors, read me backwards, forwards, upside down. Think and answer the question...
He stands beside the road. In a purple cap at tattered green cloak. Those who touch him, curse him.
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?