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

