‘You do not use your head, Emile,’ she said flatly. He played for an hour—Grieg, Chopin, Rubenstein, Liszt, crashing music. Spiders came out of their hiding places to commune in windows, industriously spinning their own designs over the stained glass. Sheppard. Blood dripped down one side of her forehead.
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