"The sound was pure and sweet as water, bright as lemons. It was like no music I had ever heard before. It had warmth as a fire does, a texture and weight like polished ivory. It buoyed and soothed at once.[...]
He stopped, pushed back his hair, and turned to me.
'Now you.'
I shook my head, full to spilling. I could not play, now. Not ever, if I could listen to him instead."
I fear i will never get over this book
— Mar 15, 2026 07:25AM
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