“Annabel;” he moaned. Her body went into spasm. A hush descended across the audience as instruments tuned, creating small ladders of fifths that collapsed abruptly, snatches of solos that disappeared and reappeared like gags in a house of mirrors. Saren Chen was a tall woman, thin and beautiful in a masculine way, Germanic. It was the beginning of June. Martin came to the stage from his section, his own violin in hand. Wild in his own domain.
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