The Golden Plate
By Z R ZHANG The piano in the basement of the apartment on West 73rd Street had not been played since 1929, when the man who owned it disappeared into a crowd on Wall Street and never came back. The keys were yellowed like old teeth, and the lid bore a scratch in the shape of a question mark, as though someone had tried to carve an answer into the wood and given up halfway through. Jack O'Brien...
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