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He wasn't looking for a specific artist. He was looking for a mirror. Anton leaned back and closed his eyes
As the first track began to download, a slow progress bar crawled across the screen. 15%... 42%... 89%. In the digital age, speed was everything, but there was something poetic about waiting for sadness to arrive bit by bit. It was a simple acoustic melody—a melancholic piano