The Last Sonata of the Rain

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(V-09: Romantic Tragedy) Paris in the autumn is a city of ghosts, and in 1874, I was the most haunted of them all. I lived in a small room above a bakery, the smell of yeast and cinnamon mixing with the scent of old ink and desperation. I was a piano tuner by trade, a man who spent his days coaxing harmony out of broken strings. But in my soul, I was still the Maestro. Forty years ago, I had...

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