© James Pyles
The sound of the rain beating against the wooden planks of the pier made hearing the music almost impossible. Daniel limped closer to the couple, the male figure holding the umbrella over himself and the woman playing the violin.
What was that melody? It sounded so familiar and yet it seemed incomprehensible. The ten year old’s ears were ringing. They had been since he woke up after the attack, but he only realized it just now.
The Queen’s voice echoed in his head:
“The answer is within you. Just listen to the…”
“Listen to the what? The music?”
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