The morning sun rose over the Wachau Valley in a breathtaking explosion of winter gold and lavender, illuminating the frost-rimmed granite cliffs of Castle Schwanstein in radiant, diamond-bright splendor. Inside the cliffside music salon, Serena stood before the optical diagnostic cradle. She had spent two hours tuning the 1735 Guarneri del Gesù, inspecting every peg, adjusting the bridge angle by fractions of a millimeter, and preparing her bow with fresh…
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