Songbook for the criminally insane.
The title hooked Maria so she flipped open the dusty cover. She was greeted by page after page of frenzied melodies, clearly the work of some 17th century madman composer randomly dotting the note-bars with his quill.
Yet as she closer inspected the notes there appeared to be some method in the madness. These were dissonant notes but they were not trusted to paper by sheer luck. She suspected some hidden message lurking beneath the ink blots.
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