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eBook Category: Science Fiction
eBook Description: As a pianist, Katherine Serle was the peer of Frederick Chopin or Ludvig von Beethoven, but because of a family scandal she could never perform in public. She might have remained unknown after she died, had she not invented a new type of immortality.

eBook Publisher: Rosetta Solutions, Inc., Published: 1988
Fictionwise Release Date: November 2001

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Words: 7500
Reading time: 21-30 min.
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I first heard Chopin perform the night that I had just been ordered to cancel my flight back to New York, along with the well earned vacation that was to have followed it. Paris was reminding me how much I disliked the place by treating me to a soaking, windswept drizzle as a taxi carried me to an address near the Parc Monceau. For the previous month I had been supervising the installation of some computerised sound processing equipment in our company's local office, and I was tired, lonely, and aching to be in a country where most of the people willingly spoke English.

It was still early in the evening as the cab pulled into the drive of a mansion that probably dated from the early Nineteenth Century. There was a long, open path from the driveway to the porch of the house: the rain intensified at that very moment. I paid the fare, took my bags and trudged down the gravel path, by now so despondent that I did not bother to avoid the puddles. Gerry Searle, my immediate superior in the company, met me at the door.