A piano play   von alanqi
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                          Kapitel 2: in the pavillion
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About an hour later Riff took the tea to the library but Cain was nowhere to be
seen.

Tea tablet in hand he searched for him everywhere where is master could have
gone but found no trace of him in the house. In the hall he realized the
frontdoor had been opened again. The faithful servant sighed and took his coat
and walked out into the icy nightwind.

Footsteps in the snow showed someone had taken the right passage from the front
porch to the garden in direction of the old pavilion, where they had stuffed
some things unused or with a memory attached to them. The staff had done it at
Cain’s order when they moved into the manor on the faraway outskirts of
london.

The wind was blowing quite hard into Riff’s face as he sat out for the
pavilion. It was a quite and challenging route through the dark. He reached the
pavillion after nearly wandering off  in the wrong direction at the new cut
sculpture of a hedgehog. Glad that he remembered the gardener boasting about the
accuracy of the animal’s features Riff congratulated himself for knowing his
master so well.

A small circle of light was visible through one bolted side-window. It shone
like a guiding light towards his searching soul. Drawn by master’s lonelyness
he was indeed. No way to deny that the black earring had been just a
cover-up-lie to calm down a suspicious father. What’s hidden best is hidden in
plain sight, Riff smiled. He reached for the doorknob which was recovered in
snow already. So Cain had to have been in here for quite a while now.

Carefully he opened the door so as not to disturb his master. The door made no
noice a clear sign of how well kept the grounds were under Riff's supervision.
Riff checked the wooden floor and made a note to send someone here in the morrow
to do some waxing. With a keen eye his master's sevant took in the state of the
room in one glance before it came to rest on the ever to slim figure in the
room.

Cain was standing there in the damp light of one single gas lamp gazing at the
old piano stored there.The warm light illuminated his form wrapping Cain in a
warm inviting glow.

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