The piano in the corner of the cabaret was out of tune, but nobody...

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The piano in the corner of the cabaret was out of tune, but nobody cared. Nobody came to Montmartre for perfect pitch. They came for the absinthe, the dancing, the chance to forget that the world had ended four years ago and nobody had told them.

I played anyway. My fingers found the keys like they always did — half drunk, half dreaming, chasing a melody that kept slipping through my fingers like smoke. That's where I met Claire. She was sitting at a table in the back, alone, watching me play with an intensity that made me uncomfortable. She looked like she hadn't slept in weeks. Her eyes were too bright, her hands too still. After the...

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