A dozen words, and he saw Enschede as clearly as though he stood hard by in the flesh. But through the fault of that pig, who dared to call himself Valade and masquerade in society under her birthright. He played for an hour—Grieg, Chopin, Rubenstein, Liszt, crashing music.
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