Holding a gun to my head, a kid with a black stocking over his face demands I hand over my cassette radio. The kid is flanked by another standing behind him, a stocking covering his head, too. My best friend Lan is only a few feet away.
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“I visited the elderly gentleman who called himself Dr. Gustav Mahler, of 22, Woodside Grove, Hanford, Stoke-on-Trent, only twice.”
So begins Jonathan Taylor’s remarkable short story of musical obsession—the first classical music fiction Coral Press has published. Enjoy.
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