The Final Sonata
Vienna was a city of gold and ghosts, and Adrian was the master of both. His violin was an extension of his soul, and Isabella was the only person who could hear the music between the notes. They were the darlings of the opera house, a pairing of genius and grace that seemed destined for eternity. Then the silence began. Isabella's fingers, once agile as swallows, began to stiffen. Her skin...
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