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Previously

…Elias lowered his guitar, his body trembling with exhaustion, but his spirit soaring. He looked at his hands, the hands that had once only known the delicate touch of strings, now capable of wielding such power. The feeling of ‘having been here before’ had finally begun to fade, replaced by a sense of profound peace. He had faced his past, his present, and his future, and he had chosen. He had chosen the light. The war was not over, not entirely, but for this moment, Elias Thorne had claimed his soul. The music, his music, had saved him.