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Previously

…He ran his hands over the chipped ivory of the grand piano, its keys a ghostly smile in the gloom. This place, forgotten and decaying, had become his sanctuary, a crucible where the whispers of past lives and the clamor of present danger coalesced. He remembered this feeling, this intricate dance of power, from… somewhere. A battlefield of sound? A celestial choir? The echoes were fragmented, like shards of stained glass too painful to fully reconstruct. His head