The Infinite Frontier
ACT I The melody arrived on a Tuesday, written on the back of a napkin from Cafe de Flore. Julian Thorne found it there between the dregs of his third espresso and the cigarette burn his own fingers had made in a moment of absent concentration. The napkin lay face-down on the table, and when he flipped it over, he saw the notation: five lines of staff music drawn in hurried pencil, a sequence...
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