The Stolen Symphony
Arthur Pemberton stood before the mirror in his dressing room, adjusting his cravat with fingers that trembled slightly. The gas lamps in the corridor beyond his door flickered, casting long shadows across the velvet wallpaper. Tomorrow evening, he would stand before the Royal Society's grand audience and perform his latest composition—a piece that had brought him tears of joy when he first...
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