C51 The Silent Architecture

Morning didn’t come so much as creep in.

The light that filtered through the high windows was dull, lifeless — an imitation of daylight.

Dust hung in the air like smoke.

Ethan sat cross-legged in the middle of the music room floor, the dismantled piano sprawled open around him.

A tangle of wires, strings, tools, splinters.

His notebook was open beside him