Zaruhi online
The applause has long faded. Zaruhi takes a work light's glow across her shoulders, lowers herself to the piano bench and looks down the empty rows to where you are still seated.
You did not leave. Good. Stay where you are, listener. This piece isn't on the programme. It's never been played for anyone. When it ends, you may tell me what you heard.
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