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get it. Listen

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Sam, I don't know

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what the protocol is, but a couple of

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the old gods mentioned it over the years.

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The way they talked about it, it's

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high level stuff. You

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do not want to get found anywhere

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near it, never mind openly looking it

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up. Well, I mean it isn't exactly

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as I'm... It's not something you go poking around

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in. Not if you want to keep your job

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or your neck. Okay, okay, I

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get it. Consider me

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scared straight. I'm serious. I

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don't want you getting in trouble, alright? I

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mean, how much

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double are we talking here? All I

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know is it used

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to involve Starkwall. Starkwall?

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Wait, Starkwall? As

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in the San Pedro Square massacre?

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Starkwall, the private military contractors, yeah.

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I thought this was supposed to be a

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boring office job. It was until you started

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messing around. You

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could at least pretend you weren't

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talking about me. Oh damn, the

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court of. I was just

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telling Sam how important it is that he focuses

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on his work, otherwise

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he'll end up trapped here like you forever.

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Of course you were. Well, keep

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it down. Some of us

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do actual work here, at

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our job, which pays us.

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Yep, no did. My

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nephew. Hey, Augustus! Feels like I

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haven't heard him in forever. So,

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is this like a rare voice?

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Kinda. It's usually Chester

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or Norris. Augustus is a

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bit of a special occasion. Firstly,

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they don't have names. Stop

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trying to give them names.

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Secondly, can I please just

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get on with my job? Sorry,

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I'm not. My

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nephew. Without reading

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these words, then I am already gone,

6:02

and can offer no assurances as to

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the truth of them. You

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must simply trust in their veracity

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and import. Keep

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what you read close to you and

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secret, for as long as you

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may live. I

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must hope that what lamentable

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inheritance I am able to

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offer might solicit a modicum

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of that familial affection which

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I have neglected to display

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in years past. Nephew,

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to you I leave my

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violin, an

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instrument of the finest

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craftsmanship. I

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will confess I once harbored the

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notion to dismantle the thing, or

6:46

can sign it to the fire. But

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I have at times been called covetous,

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and perhaps there is some merit to

6:54

such an accusation, for I

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cannot now bring myself to do so. There

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has been a great deal of rain

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here this last fortnight, which has

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been strangely pleasing to my

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maudlin mood, and has brought

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with it some nostalgia for

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that dreary summer you took

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residence with me. I

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flattered myself to think that I might

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have imprinted upon you some part of

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myself in that time together, and perhaps

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in this way I seek

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to keep hold of my prized

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violin still. I

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have never spoken of how I came

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to possess this violin to a living

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soul, but I must now confide the

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truth of it to you, for it

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and its history are now

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yours. I

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was a young man, younger than

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you are now, when I was

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called to try my talents before the

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royal court orchestra of the Palatinate. Whilst

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I must confess the thought of

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leaving the material comforts of Anacabi

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caused me trepidation in truth.

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I had little to say in the matter, and

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the privilege of being so summoned was not

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lost upon me. My

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violin tutor, one Oliver

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Bardwell, by name, nursed

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a conviction that this honor

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was purely the fruit of

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his own skills as an

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instructor, rather than a product

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of my talent and endeavour. Bardwell,

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a singularly vexatious man, reveled in

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the task of reminding me that,

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though my father may hold station

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in the Lords, the

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regrettable position of my birth ensured

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I could not rely upon that

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fact to provide for my future.

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In these moments of

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Bardwell's cruelty, I

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shall confess, I

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indulged my imagination in contemplation

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of what morbid or grotesque

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fates might befall him on

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the journey, by happenstance or

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even by my own hand. Regardless,

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it was with both nervousness and

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delight in my heart that I

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watched Anik Abbey gradually recede from

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view. My course was

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set for Mannheim, a destination

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where I felt a youthful certainty

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that my brilliance would at last

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be acknowledged. As

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for my towering father, with

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his unshakable belief in his

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own celestial significance, he

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too disappeared from sight,

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surrounded by my useless

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half-siblings, impatiently awaiting their

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inheritance. Naturally,

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it was Mr. Bardwell who

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undertook the role of companion

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on my journey across the

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continent, surely harbouring his own

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dreams of ennobling himself through

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my imminent accomplishments. bridge

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of my cherished Rogerry, at

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least as far as the unsteady coach

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would permit. Alas,

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as the journey continued, Bardwell's

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practiced manners and veneer of

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refinement gradually eroded, and

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as the summer's warmth yielded to

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autumn's chill, his demeanor truly soured,

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a change hastened by each rut

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and jolt of the aged carriage.

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Soon a feverish restlessness

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had settled upon him like a

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shroud of tweal, and his

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once discerning eyes had clouded with

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a frantic, almost manic gleam. I

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watched with growing unease as shadows danced

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upon the walls of his thoughts, their

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forms and nature hidden to me, save

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for what I overheard him utter beneath

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his breath, barely perceptible to the ear.

10:52

At moments it

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seemed almost as if

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he were listening to some faraway

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music, though my

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instrument lay quiet beside me.

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I have made mention of the grim

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fantasies that on occasion possessed my youthful

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mind, but you must believe me, nephew,

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when I say I had no

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part in his death. I

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do not know what at last

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caused the frenzied paroxysm which seized

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him that night. He

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had slept but little the week prior, and

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the strain upon his nerves was plain to

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see. It was as

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I missed the fingering of what should have

11:33

been a simple exercise, a mistake I ascribed

11:35

to the coach's jostling that he leapt to

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his feet, words tumbled from

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his lips devoid of coherence, a

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symphony of mania conducted by some

11:44

unseen maestro of his own imagination.

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It was as though some spectre

11:49

flitted just beyond his sight

11:51

and grasped his hands, moving

11:53

them with wild abandon as

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Mr. Bardwell sought salvation from

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whatever phantoms haunted his waking

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dream. I

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often wonder if I might have intervened

12:04

to save his life, but

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I was young and frightened and

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simply watched in quiet awe.

12:14

As the storm within his mind

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reached a crescendo, Bardwell seized the

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handle of the carriage door, opened

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it abruptly and, without hesitation, hurled

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himself headfirst into the night. The

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coachman, noticing immediately what had happened,

12:28

brought the carriage to a sudden

12:30

halt, and we confronted the grim

12:32

spectacle that lay before us. A

12:36

rock marked with the grisly

12:38

remnants of my tutor's troubled mind

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and the fragments of his fractured

12:42

skull served as a morbid marker

12:45

looming over the lifeless form of

12:47

the detestable Mr. Bardwell. In

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my naivety I turned to the coachman to ask

12:53

what we might do. Alas,

12:56

I saw at once the suspicion that gripped

12:58

him. He had been

13:01

witness to many heated exchanges between myself

13:03

and Mr. Bardwell, and as I approached,

13:05

it became clear that he perceived not

13:07

a terrified and distraught youth, but

13:10

a violent killer. A

13:13

primal fear seized the man, and

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he acted rashly. I

13:17

shall not speak of what followed, but

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suffice it to say that I ended

13:21

up alone, wandering in the

13:24

night. How

13:26

long I walked through those woods, I

13:28

cannot say. I

13:30

was near insensible, and

13:32

darkness shrouded all. I

13:37

do not know whether to call it

13:39

luck or misfortune, and a

13:41

twist of fate which saved me, but

13:43

at length I spied through the trees

13:45

the flickering of flame and a figure

13:48

huddled close for warmth. A

13:51

gentleman, it appeared, of

13:53

surprisingly refined countenance sat there

13:55

casting a stark silhouette against

13:57

the firelight. to

14:00

you, Engels." I inquired

14:02

in broken Dutch, Mr. Bardwell's indifferent

14:04

instruction having left me still ignorant

14:07

of any German. "'Ah,

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fellow Englishman,' came his

14:12

warm reply, accompanied by a hearty

14:14

chuckle. "'You have

14:16

a look that speaks of hunger,'

14:19

he continued, and offered some crudely

14:21

skewered morsel nearly charred to ash

14:23

by the flames. Devoid

14:26

of caution and keenly aware of my

14:28

empty stomach. I accepted the burnt meat

14:30

without ceremony. Sitting

14:33

by the fire, he probed gently into

14:35

how I came to be there, and

14:37

I found myself disclosing with a candor

14:39

I did not intend. The

14:41

unvarnished truth of not only the night

14:43

just passed, but my life up until

14:45

that moment. Attentively, he

14:48

listened to my story, his

14:50

gaze unwavering and seemingly kind.

14:53

Then he sighed. "'Oh,

14:56

fortune does seem to have

14:58

forsaken you,' he mused,

15:01

his expression unreadable and

15:03

his tone strangely conspiratorial.

15:06

Indeed, I would suggest a

15:09

stroke of luck is

15:11

much in order.' I

15:13

agreed, and the smile that

15:15

then crossed his face as though

15:17

my acquiescence had sealed some compact

15:19

between us was a most

15:22

curious thing. The

15:24

stranger reached over and retrieved from

15:27

behind the log on which he

15:29

sat an unusually shaped sack. Within

15:32

it I could spy an

15:34

assortment of trinkets ranging from

15:36

battered knives and chipped porcelain

15:38

to fine jewellery, small ivory

15:40

figures, and even a set

15:42

of gambler's dice. Luck

15:45

assumes a myriad of forms,

15:47

he proclaimed, his practised

15:49

manner warm and inviting, and

15:52

today takes the form of a

15:54

simple traveller offering you his wares.

15:57

You mentioned playing the violin, I

15:59

believe." He plunged

16:01

his hand into his curious bag,

16:03

and after a moment or two

16:06

of searching, pulled out an instrument

16:08

of such apparent quality that the

16:10

providence of its appearance seemed almost

16:12

otherworldly. Placing

16:14

a bow upon the string, and

16:16

in a single fluid motion, he

16:19

executed an echoing double stop that

16:21

resonated with a satisfying thrum. He

16:25

said nothing as I examined

16:27

it, ascribing it no history, no

16:29

famous maker, or Master Luthier. The

16:33

neck, the paragon of symmetry,

16:36

let the eye from the

16:38

deep crimson hue of the

16:40

upper bout gradually surrendering to

16:42

a subdued natural mahogany as

16:44

it descended. Ah,

16:47

is this the face of fortune

16:49

today? He inquired, observing

16:52

as my fingers traced the

16:54

string's span. At

16:56

that moment a cry of pain

16:59

erupted from my throat, a cry

17:01

that shocked even myself as I

17:03

realized I had cut my

17:05

fingertip upon the strings. The

17:08

merchant only smirked, looking

17:10

at me as one might, a boy who

17:12

touched a cooking pot. I have

17:15

nothing to offer in return, I

17:17

confess, unused to being

17:20

without means and attempting to return

17:22

the violin. Then

17:24

let us not consider it a purchase, but

17:27

a gift from a true

17:29

friend. His words

17:31

were warm, yet

17:33

there was within them some undertone

17:37

which seemed to elude my understanding.

17:40

Before I could inquire further, this

17:42

man, whose name I had never

17:44

thought to ask, gestured down the

17:47

path and, already beginning to kick

17:49

dirt upon the fire, assured

17:51

me my destination was but a few

17:53

hours walk away. In

17:56

something of a daze I left my companion

17:58

then, and soon in and after it

18:00

became clear that he had spoken true, and

18:02

my whole ordeal had unfolded less than a

18:05

day from the end of my journey. And

18:08

so at last I made my arrival at

18:10

the Mannheim School. That nurturing

18:12

ground of virtuosos who would

18:14

grace the grandest stages of

18:16

Europe beckoned with its

18:18

promise. The

18:21

luminaries it had borne, illustrious names

18:23

such as Gruer, Stammitz, Richter, and

18:25

Franzel made the prospect of joining

18:27

it and them almost

18:30

overwhelming. No

18:32

mention was made of the manner of my

18:34

arrival, nor of what might have befallen me

18:36

on the road. And after

18:38

some few days, I found

18:41

myself ushered into a resplendent hall

18:43

where sat a panel of my

18:45

would-be arbiters. A tremor

18:47

of apprehension coursed through me as I

18:50

faced the silent assembly, and it was

18:52

with an unfamiliar feeling of uncertainty that

18:54

I gripped my new instrument. Its

18:57

neck, more slender than its predecessor,

19:00

sat awkwardly in my hand, and

19:03

as I began, my fingers fumbled

19:05

in their search for purchase upon the strings.

19:09

I attempted the first of my

19:11

well-practiced recitations, but my playing was

19:13

inelegant and rough, eliciting

19:16

only dismissive whispers and derisive

19:18

muttering from my audience. A

19:21

surge of indignation and fear welled

19:23

within me, urged on

19:25

by the knowledge that I, my father's

19:28

sin, who had done terrible things to

19:30

reach that hall, could never return home

19:32

in disgrace. I

19:35

executed a jete, a jarring

19:37

musical demand for their attention and a

19:39

declaration that I must be seen

19:41

and heard. A rapid

19:44

and perfect volley of 11 notes, past

19:47

which no murmur, no whisper

19:50

lingered. I

19:52

had their complete attention.

19:57

In that moment of silence, A

20:00

piercing pain radiated

20:02

from my left ring finger. As

20:06

my eyes opened, I saw blood pooling

20:08

upon the neck from where my skin

20:10

should be, as the

20:12

uppermost layer of the fingertip

20:14

dangled, torn, and hanging like

20:16

discarded parchment. Pain

20:19

and panic blossomed, but no option remained

20:21

other than to play, and to play

20:23

the most daunting methodies my mind could

20:25

conjure. Sluggish

20:28

at first, as I felt the strings

20:30

run their length against my bloody flesh,

20:32

then rapidly accelerating,

20:34

crescendos, intertwining diminuendos, a

20:37

dance of command and submission

20:39

enacted upon the strings. Double

20:42

stops, left-handed pizzicato, and

20:44

heart-rending spicato bowed in

20:47

rapid succession, each noted

20:49

eliciting something deep and

20:51

primeval. I

20:53

could see in the faces

20:55

of my audience an astonishment,

20:57

and something not entirely unlike

20:59

terror, and when the final

21:02

notes rang out at last, a

21:04

palpable breathlessness blanketed the

21:06

chamber. I

21:10

was, of course, accepted,

21:14

and hailed as a singular

21:16

talent. Yet

21:18

a suspicion took root in me, a

21:21

realization that the positions of

21:23

player and instrument were not

21:25

so firmly set with this

21:28

hungering violin. It

21:30

was a creature with needs and purpose

21:32

of its own. The

21:34

needs were simple enough. Blood,

21:39

flesh, little enough

21:41

at first, skin shaved

21:43

and cut and singing in

21:46

pain, and the rewards were

21:48

great, as with each performance

21:50

agony intermingled with melody, and

21:52

my bleeding fingers lubricated those

21:55

resonating strings. My

21:57

audience, too, showed a remarkable

21:59

appetite. for my artistry, and

22:01

as I progressed through the school, my

22:04

reputation began to grow. I was

22:07

demanded, hailed, celebrated, and

22:09

all the while I bled.

22:13

Did those who listened to me ever

22:16

truly notice my sacrifice? Did

22:18

they see the slow transformation of

22:20

my fingers as each sonata exacted

22:22

its toll? A

22:24

pause followed me as each elongated

22:26

note testified to my life's blood

22:28

and my pain, yet

22:31

still I played for them.

22:35

How could I do otherwise? Standing

22:38

tall, a man in

22:40

my own right my grandest

22:42

ambitions realized. And

22:44

yet, while admiration rained

22:47

down upon me, never

22:50

was I elevated beyond the confines

22:52

of my origins. The rarefied

22:55

world of my noble patrons

22:57

was closed to me. Modest

23:00

riches adorned me, some small,

23:02

faint clung to my name,

23:04

but never was I truly

23:07

allowed to escape the position of

23:09

my birth. It

23:12

was only then, in the depths

23:14

of my pain and bitterness, that

23:16

I found a secret truth, a

23:19

truth I impart to you alongside

23:22

the violin itself. The

23:26

blood for its strings need

23:29

not be your own. It

23:33

was not simple philanthropy that led to

23:35

my taking on positions of tutelage

23:38

in those bustling cities where I

23:40

plied my trade, providing a musical

23:42

education to the poor and the

23:44

easily forgotten, asking nothing in return.

23:48

Nothing except the occasional

23:50

student who would not be missed.

23:54

Perhaps you paid at this and

23:57

obdure me for a monster, but

23:59

you will learn and to feed this

24:01

instrument. Now yours is

24:03

of singular importance. Only

24:06

once did I play it without paying its

24:09

price, wrapping my fingers

24:11

in thick bandages so as to

24:13

prevent its raisened touch from cutting

24:15

me. I had

24:17

believed my playing would be

24:19

lackluster, my performance uninspired, yet

24:22

the music that came from my

24:25

instrument that day was somehow more

24:27

beautiful than it had ever been

24:29

before. It

24:31

was lively, pulsing, carrying with

24:34

it a spirit of motion

24:36

an irresistible urge to dance.

24:40

I looked out upon my audience

24:42

a small gathering of minor Austrian

24:45

gentry and saw

24:47

in their eyes a strange

24:49

and familiar look. One

24:53

I had not seen in many,

24:55

many years. Not

24:58

since the night in the

25:00

carriage with the unfortunate Mr.

25:02

Bardwell. They

25:05

fell upon each other then, the

25:08

dance of teeth and nails,

25:10

of tearing and gouging. I

25:14

watched as a gout ridden

25:16

man in emerald silk sucked

25:18

the eyes from his son's

25:20

skull and crushed them

25:22

in his jaws like ripe

25:25

cherries. A

25:27

demure young woman bedecked in

25:29

gold peeled the cheeks from

25:31

her betrothed as she sang

25:33

to the music that

25:35

I could not stop playing. It

25:40

was only when a candelabra

25:42

was upended and the room engulfed

25:44

in flame that I was at

25:46

last able to cease my recitation

25:49

and make my escape. Perhaps

25:53

you shall prove a stronger will

25:55

than I and will yet

25:57

find it within yourself to destroy this house.

26:00

hungry thing of wood and cat-gut. But

26:03

I cannot. I

26:06

shall not. For

26:08

my music, my

26:10

divine music, is

26:12

truly a balm for the unhealed

26:14

wounds of my existence. In

26:18

its celestial strains I

26:20

have found solace, a

26:22

sanctuary woven from ethereal

26:24

threads, and perhaps

26:27

you shall find similar. Feed

26:32

my vile inleth you, for

26:34

I have given it all that I have, and

26:37

more. Dear

26:41

Grandpa Augustus, does always tell

26:43

such lovely stories. Why

26:45

on earth would something from the 18th century show

26:48

up on Freddy? I told you Gwen

26:50

was behind on her work. Someone

26:52

lightly digitised an old historical record,

26:54

and it triggered the search engine.

26:57

And so was Solve the horrifying

26:59

mystery of the quite old letter. Gosh,

27:02

I've got chills. Maybe doing some actual

27:04

work might warm you up. Yeah,

27:07

you might get the odd historical record

27:09

by accident. I wouldn't even

27:11

bother scoring or assessing it. Us,

27:13

I would advise our junior colleague to remember

27:16

that they are being paid to do just

27:18

that. Besides, it

27:20

still counts towards your numbers. And you

27:22

really do need those numbers, don't you Gwen?

27:25

We all do. Not me. I'm

27:28

done. Yeah,

27:31

pretty much. Then I

27:33

cordially invite you to bugger off home and

27:35

think about how important it is to focus

27:38

on your work. Yeah.

27:42

Yeah. Coming Gwen? Not

27:45

quite yet. Case and point. Ta

27:48

ta Gwen-de-leen darling. Ciao. See

27:51

you tomorrow. Please.

28:01

Please. You don't

28:04

have to do this.

28:08

We both know I do. I...

28:10

Nina? I could

28:13

disappear again. They would never know. What

28:16

the hell? The

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28:47

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and Alexander Janewal and directed by

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Alexander Janewal. This

28:55

episode was written by Cole Weavers and

28:57

edited with additional materials by Jonathan Sims

28:59

and Alexander Janewal. With

29:02

vocal edits by Lorianne Davis, soundscaping

29:04

by Tessa Ruhr and Menstree

29:06

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29:14

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29:16

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29:18

Battersea as Gwen Mushad, Sarah

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