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The song on the radio faded out into static. The tea in Ali’s glass was cold.

The Master was gone, but the songs remained. And as long as those songs played, Ali knew that he, and millions like him, would never truly walk alone. If you'd like to develop this further, let me know: MГјslГјm GГјrses Usta

The Master himself knew that pain better than anyone. Ali thought about the stories everyone knew. The tragic car accident that left the singer with a metal plate in his skull, partially deaf, and with a voice that seemed to be pulled directly from a wounded soul. The loss of his family. He hadn't just sung about suffering; he had walked through its fire and carried the scars on his face and in his throat. The song on the radio faded out into static