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Previously

…It was a sensation he couldn’t quite shake, this persistent echo of having lived it all before. The flickering signs, the cacophony of slot machines and distant music, the hurried footsteps of a thousand strangers – it all felt like a memory replaying, a song he’d heard countless times but could never quite place. He traced the worn fretboard of his guitar, a vintage acoustic that felt more like an extension of himself than an instrument. Each chord he coaxed from its strings resonated with a power that went beyond mere skill. It was a language he understood instinctively