The piano sat in the corner of the empty bar like a coffin for...

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The piano sat in the corner of the empty bar like a coffin for something that had been alive once.

She was twenty-nine, thin as a wire, with fingers that were the only part of her that had never stopped working. Four years since the flu had taken Alexander, four years since the world had gone quiet and stayed quiet, four years since she had stopped believing that anything mattered except the next note, the next chord, the next breath. Peter slept in the apartment above the bar, four years...

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