Chapter 40 THE TOP OF THE STAIRS

IVY POV

I woke at 14 minutes past 2 to a sound I had known for a lifetime.

It came through the wall at my head, through the lath and the plaster and the thin worn wallpaper with its pattern of faded rabbits, a thread of music, very low, three notes up and one down. For the space of a heartbeat...

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