The killer music

Previously

…“And what you feel is amplified,” Silas countered gently. “The anxieties that plague you, the sorrow that grips you, they become amplified in the listener. But so too could joy, courage, peace.” He extended the flute to her. “This is not a weapon. It is a tool. And with the right guidance, your music can be a tool as well.” She took the flute, its weight surprisingly substantial in her palm. It felt warm, as if it had been held for a long time. “What do you want, Silas?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper. He smiled, a slow, knowing smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “To see you master your gift, Elara. To see you wield it with intention.