Prelude
The stage was set for a romantic scene. Velvet carpets were rolled out towards the entrance. Scented candles burst with flames. Roses, redder than blood, lined along marble pillars that kept the roof from collapsing. It was time for the curtains to open. The audience came in just in time to witness the event.
But, for some reason, nothing seemed to progress on stage. The curtains were still closed and, in a sense, made the impression of dead air. What could have happened to the occasion? What was on stage? The silence of the place was daunting. But after a moment of anticipation, there came a sound that moved the air. A dull low strum of an instrument behind the curtains. Frightened, a person from the seat infront wispered cautiously. "My friends, it is the heartbreaking sound of a broken string."
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