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... p> The first thing Geon noticed upon entering the house was a black grand piano placed on a low step. He saw the piano, shining as if well-maintained, placed in a bright spot where cyclamen flowers were visible outside the windows framed in white. Geon, holding Kiska, sat on the piano bench. As he lifted the lid and removed the red cover, the keys, looking brand new, were revealed. Kiska, with her eyes wide open, watched as Geon gently placed his hands on the keys to check if it was in tune.

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