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The adagio began, not as music, but as a sigh of deep, resonant timber, the ghost in the wood of the cello stirring to life. Its mournful melody unwound like a thread from some forgotten spool, weaving through the dust motes dancing in the firelight. A grandfather clock in the hall, long since silent, seemed to hold its breath. The cat paused its meticulous cleaning, its emerald eyes fixed on a point in the shadows that was not quite empty. Something else was listening, a presence as old and quiet as the house itself, a memory made solid by the weight of the adagio. The air grew thick with a forgotten grief, a story told in the tremble of a single, sustained note.

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