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When he finished, the silence was louder than the music. Elias was breathing hard, his fingers stinging.

The note was low, a tectonic shift that rattled the glass jars of bridge pins on the shelves. Then he played a scale. Then a fragment of the Bach Suite his grandfather loved. The shop seemed to expand. The dust motes danced in time. For a moment, the debt, the cramped apartment, and the grief disappeared into the vibration against his chest. we buy instruments

The bell chimed with a dissonant clink . Behind the counter sat a woman who looked like she was made of parchment and cello resin. She didn’t look up from a disassembled flute. "I’m looking to sell," Elias said, his voice cracking. When he finished, the silence was louder than the music