The Meridian Light
Act I The first time Arthur absorbed pain, he thought he was having a heart attack. He was twenty-four, sitting at a upright piano that had been his grandfather's in a basement club on 135th Street called The Deep Blue. The club was small—maybe thirty seats, a stage that sloped toward the piano, and walls painted a color that was neither blue nor black but something in between. The air smelled...
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