The Soul Piercing Saxophonic Despair

The music, a spectral serenade wrung from the depths of despair, sloshed like black honey across the room. Each note was a shard twisting in the soul, pulling at the tendrils of light. A single spotlight illuminated the saxophonist, his face pale and taut, his eyes staring vacantly on some unseen horror. The audience, numb, could only listen as the

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