The Red Violin on the Thames
The fog rolled off the Thames like breath from a dying man's mouth. It was November 1873, and Lord Edmund Ashworth had hired a private boat to sail the river because the house was too large, too quiet, and his mother was too present in every empty room. He heard the violin before he saw the player. The sound came from somewhere in the fog—thin, desperate, beautiful in a way that made Edmund's...
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