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Chapter IThe light glared in through the window and casted a dreamlike shadow over the room. It spread over the bottle of ink and the quill drying on the table, the bookshelves stacked to the roof with books, the books scattered on the floor with ink-splatted paper among them. The
The silence echoed around him. As if creating a loop of never ending nothingness. The steel of the gun felt heavy in his hands, heavier than expected. At no time had this gun fired a round of bullets, and never had this man fired it at a fellow man. Until
The keys slammed onto the strings, vibrating through the rooms. Filling them up with melody, with rhythm, with surprises. One moment in moll, the next in dur. And the piano player, the creator of this wonder, sat quietly at the piano. Not making a sound, but his body flowing to