The Man Who Played Piano
I first heard Marcus Webb play when he was ten years old and the piano had no strings. It was in an apartment on St. James Place in Brooklyn, third floor, the kind of building where the stairs groan under your weight and the neighbours argue through walls that are thinner than they used to be. I was sitting on the edge of his mother's bed—Marcus's mother had gone to work and left us alone,...
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