The Symphony of a Shattered Soul
Act 1: The Surge The Musikverein in Vienna was a temple of gold leaf and mahogany, where the ghosts of Beethoven and Mozart seemed to linger in the velvet curtains. Sebastian stood at the podium, his face a mask of severe, mathematical precision. He was a conductor who viewed music not as an expression of emotion, but as a structural problem to be solved. He was an iconoclast, a man who had...
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