Snippet: He was tall and thin, with horned-rimmed, rectangular glasses–his particular affectation, since all Fallen had perfect eyesight–his hair dark, save for a touch of grey at the temple; his hands with the thin, long fingers of a pianist, even though the instruments he played on did not make music–unless one counted cries of pain and ecstasy as music (Madeleine knew he did).
Things researched: not much. Wrote 1.3k words in snatches between appointments.
Plot direction of the day: wondering how best to order three scenes.
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