The Piano and the Forgotten
The Piano and the Forgotten She woke to the sound of rain against a window she did not recognize, and to a man standing at the foot of her bed, holding a music book as though it might serve as a shield. The room smelled of carbolic soap and beeswax. The walls were dark wood paneling. Through the rain-streaked window she could see only gray—Londongray, as though the city itself had been washed...
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