Back then, there was a story that was popular in Hole Town, a tale about one of the most famous legends from that magical place they call the Sands. A place where the sun always shines, where the winds always blow, and where every man ultimately finds what he's looking for.
All of those that hang out in border towns laugh at the idea, but it's the truth: Piano Man is out there, right now, picking out his tune, and every lost soul that tours the Sands will know his name.
My fingertip brushed across the trigger and I stepped slowly away to the side. 'Say that again.'
My gun wasn't reassuring me any more. 'Are you for real?'
He said, 'Best believe it.'
'I don't believe you,' I said.
He said, 'It's time for you to pay the toll.'
Piano Man played a dirge, one that was punctuated with sporadic flats and sharps. Every note was carefully timed to strike the nerves. I wanted to shout, to scream, to run away, but there was nowhere to go.
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