Melody

She sat motionless, except for her hands on the viol.

The professor approached amidst strange melodies. โ€œHow many days? Zann was terrified of his music: Youโ€™re obsessed with it!โ€

He found a corpse, as soulless an instrument as the viol it still played.


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