The Orpheum Theatre had been empty for ten years, yet someone was playing its piano. The notes drifted
The first person to notice the barefoot girl was a waiter carrying a tower of crystal glasses.
The storm arrived without warning. At sunset, the Atlantic had been a sheet of dark silver beneath the
Winter Hall had been built where no concert hall should have survived. It stood high above the northern
Mara Voss returned to Blackwater Bay on the evening the town decided to erase her childhood.
The first wrong note appeared at exactly nine seventeen. Almost no one in the Bellwether Ballroom noticed it.
The storm had cancelled every ferry out of Port Briar, but no one had gone home. Passengers crowded beneath
The storm reached Bellhaven shortly after midnight. It came in from the sea with enough force to shake
The first laugh rolled across the ballroom before Nora Bell had even realized that everyone was looking at her.
The first sound came just after the storm began. It was faint enough to be mistaken for a branch scraping