As delicately as she could, Emma pulled the folded papers from the envelope and opened the first one. It was some pieces of sheet music that were only half complete with a handwritten composition. Written on the top of it was a woman’s name, obviously the name of the piece.

“Who is that?” Rudolph said.

“I don’t know. I suppose it’s the name of…the person that influenced the piece. A song written for her.”

“It seems that way. But…why is it only half completed?”

“I don’t know,” Emma said as she gently folded the paper and set it aside. She then picked up another other piece of paper, opened it, and held it so that the both of them could read it. As they did so, the looks on their faces changed from interest, to confusion, to… they could not believe what they were seeing. Once they were done, they looked at each other at the same time.

“Forever yours…Ludwig,” Emma said slowly as she spoke the final words of the letter.

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