CHAPTER 23
CHAPTER 23 The hallway ended at a short flight on curving steps. He ascended them, surprised at the din of his skin animal boots on the stone. Before him was a short corridor with a single room on each side. He moved forward. That was when he heard something, a faint musical note coming from the end of the corridor. Someone was at a piano, and from the depths of despair his heart leapt with hope. The same high G was being keyed again and again at three- or four-second intervals, meaningless. He followed the note down the corridor past closed doors bearing empty sconces. This hallway ended up ahead in a room with no barrier to entry. Holding the magic calabash high, he began to make out the shapes of furniture, and then its details. What he entered was a sitting room with two straight-bac
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