You feel it before you understand it, the slight shift in the air when a truth turns from frightening to poisonous.
“What do you mean?”
He looks at you fully now. His eyes, once clouded and unfocused, had seemed miraculous enough when you thought they were only trying to follow sound and shadow. Tonight they look different. Sharper. They are not the eyes of a man learning the world. They are the eyes of a man who has been studying you for a long time.
“I knew you before the music school,” he says.
You blink once. Then again.
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