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Previously

…He stood there for a long moment, the silence of the apartment pressing in on him. The melody he’d been trying to capture earlier now flowed through him, no longer a struggle, but a vibrant, powerful stream. He looked at his hands, at the keyboard, at the worn guitar, and for the first time, he saw them not as tools of his trade, but as instruments of something far greater. The whispers from above had arrived, and the world, his world, would never be the same.