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I wake up to a familiar tune being played on the piano. I didn't know hell had a piano, but the fits: Requiem by Mozart. I follow the music, still in my prison jumpsuit. I follow the music to a small dimly lit room. Hell is also way more...room temperature than I expected. There he is. And that's when I realize. He plays fiercely. It's almost like he's attacking the keys, his eyes are closed. I clap slowly, approaching him. He paused, not looking back. "I always fared better on the violin," He rasped. I smiled, my lips quivering in anger. He makes no move to explain, to apologize. He just sits at the piano, halted, his back to me, hand poised on the next key. "You...bastard." I whisper. He chuckles. "That May be true. But you promised me—!" "You had no right!" I scream. "I wante
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