A servant had started a fire, and she was about to begin dressing for the Harvest Moon party when she spotted the pile of papers on her bed. They were tied with a red string, and her stomach fluttered as she pulled out the note placed on top. Try not to stain them with your tears when you play. It took a lot of bribes to get these. She might have rolled her eyes had she not seen what lay before her. Sheet music. For the performance she’d seen last night. For the notes she couldn’t get out of her mind, even a day later. She glanced again at the note. It wasn’t Arobynn’s elegant script, but
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