The Golden Concert Hall
The rain did not stop for Arthur Windsor's funeral. It never did in London, not in November of 1887. Thomas Windsor stood beneath a black umbrella that belonged to a man who was not his father, his fingers clutching a water-stained program for Tchaikovsky's Piano Concerto No. 1. He had run out of the church an hour ago. He had run to a basement music hall in Soho where a nameless pianist was...
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