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*The piano stands where it always does, closed and silent, untouched. It is therefore a noticeable thing when the sound of soft notes drifts from under the lid, an elegant melody, touching in its simplicity. Slowly, the cover opens, revealing keys shifting without the assistance of visible hands. Several moments later, the player fades in, lovely in blue, and finishes the piece with a small flourish. The Lady Euterpe returneth*