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Genre: Historical Fiction
I found Ludwig at the inn eating lungs and potatoes. Contempt gleamed in his small bloodshot eyes when he saw me. He knew what I wanted.
I sat across from him. He ignored me, a disgusting sight, gravy on his doublet, filthy, smelling like old piss.
The food shoveled home, he dragged a sleeve across his greasy mouth and belched loudly. He glared and flung a sheaf of papers at me. They fluttered to the floor. I re-assembled them excitedly.
Concerto in D Major for Double Bass. I followed the scrawl of notes and beautiful music played in my head.