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“My viola,” she said. Her eyes were wet. “I had a Stradivarius replica. My fingers can’t fit in the fingerboard anymore. I tried last week. I broke the neck.”

He nodded. He knew.

The crowd—the digital crowd, the screaming, paying, remote crowd—didn’t hear this. The microphones were tuned to filter out weakness. overdeveloped amateurs

He heard a crack. Not a bone. A sponsor patch on his chest. Veridian Dynamics flickered and died. “My viola,” she said