A man waltzes down the stairs of his estate in the middle of the night.
His hands are as cold as the stones that layer the walls, and his candle can’t warm him, let alone light up the room.
He continues walking nonetheless.
Through cobwebs and empty rooms, the mysterious figure makes his way past the chilling kitchen into the cold of the night.
What is he doing up at such an ungodly hour? Lighting himself on fire as it turns out.Continue reading ‘The Sonata’ Review: Almost Good Enough To Summon The Devil at The Playlist.
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