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One thing was clear; it was a Steinway D-274 of great age. My guess changed from 400 to 800 years old.  I summoned wood products I knew of in shadow that filled wood chips like new. I sanded it carefully.  I lost track of time.  Kindof played "Havana Nights" while I reverently took layers of grime from the ancient beauty.  
 
One thing was clear; it was a Steinway D-274 of great age. My guess changed from 400 to 800 years old.  I summoned wood products I knew of in shadow that filled wood chips like new. I sanded it carefully.  I lost track of time.  Kindof played "Havana Nights" while I reverently took layers of grime from the ancient beauty.  
  
In the morning the owner arrived.  He had been told I was interested in the piano and he had flown in for some reason.  He was livid and yelling as he entered. He came over swearing blood over the desecration of an ancient family heirloom and i would suffer for harming it.  Then he saw the Piano...  
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In the morning the owner arrived.  He had been told I was interested in the piano and he had flown in for some reason.  He was livid and yelling as he entered. He came over swearing blood.  Then he saw the Piano... He froze.  I had the lid off and the frame was spotless.  I had decided to magically clean the interior rather then disassemble it.  When he entered I was restringing the plate.  I had the action frame on a nearby table and it was spotless, free of centuries residue.  He looked over my work.  Silently he went and got us coffee.  When I went to spike mine with rum from my bottle he waved to his mug as well.   
 
 
He froze.  I had the lid off and the frame was spotless.  I had decided to magically clean the interior rather then disassemble it.  When he entered I was restringing the plate.  I had the action frame on a nearby table and it was spotless, free of centuries residue.  He looked over my work.  Silently he went and got us coffee.  When I went to spike mine with rum from my bottle he waved to his mug as well.   
 
  
 
We talked music.  '''Agalos Dreet''' was a very old man and had never heard the piano make music.  His grandfather said he used to play it as a child till it lost too many strings. He asked, reverently, if I thought I could save it?   
 
We talked music.  '''Agalos Dreet''' was a very old man and had never heard the piano make music.  His grandfather said he used to play it as a child till it lost too many strings. He asked, reverently, if I thought I could save it?   

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