Chapter 12 · free to read
The conservatory had shut its north building in the spring. Ilya Marek had studied in room nine and had never been formally told to leave.
He had ruled every stave by hand since he was fourteen. He regarded printed manuscript paper as a form of cheating.
He walked out of the north building past two vehicles that were not there to stop him, because a suspended cop cannot arrest anybody — and because somewhere on those stairs Kai Reyes had decided he wanted the sixth movement played.
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