The Maestro's Maker (22 page)

chin and he began to play. Somehow, I knew it was different—not as he had played

tonight and not as he had played for the women he had seduced long ago. Tonight, there

was fire, and music that poured from his body like blood to silence his family with its

beauty, as primal and haunting as the crashing of the sea.

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