Cantabile 4-- Crack -

Then silence.

Then—the first note.

But tonight, in his cramped flat above the Danube Canal, he had found it. Cantabile 4-- Crack

She stepped inside. The room smelled of rosin, dust, and something sharper—ozone, like before a thunderstorm. On the worn Persian rug lay three broken violin bows, their horsehair snapped. A fourth leaned against the wall, already strung with silver wire. Then silence