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12:53am read a chapter or two before bed

He searched a drawer for some old school notebooks, a diary he had kept for years, certain letters. He was astonished he had written those things. He didn’t remember them at all; everything referred to strange, forgotten events. He sat at the piano, tried a chord, and lowered the cover on the keyboard. What now? he asked himself.