The Masked Pianist
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- Partes 2
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Última publicación vie, nov 24, 2017
"Why the mask?" Kai asks.
"Why the question?" he retorts.
"I'm curious. Why would a skilled pianist need to wear such a cover?"
"There are secrets that can't be revealed, so they need to be hidden. Does that satisfy you?"
"I'll only ever be satisfied when I take off that mask."
Our scars don't define who we are or what we have to be, they are just us.-Kai Rivers
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Some of the places and cities are real places, but this is a fictional book. The names and plot are made up, so please do not be offended by some situations.
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𝑰 𝑯𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒀𝒐𝒖 (𝑼𝒓𝒃𝒂𝒏 𝑭𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏)
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