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The Poisoned Strings of Destiny

The room had a faint light, filled with the aroma of aged wood, ink, and a touch of sadness. Lobo was seated by himself, leaning over his guitar, his fingers moving carefully and precisely along the strings. Every sound he produced appeared to hold the burden of his inner self, a musical composition...

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