The woman sighed, a sound like dry leaves. "You’re chasing a frequency, kid. Charles didn't want to be found. That recording—the one you’re looking for—wasn't just music. It was a confession. He recorded it in a single take, alone in a church in the middle of a winter storm."
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She reached under the counter and pulled out a battered, unmarked USB drive. "I used to be his manager. Before the fire. Before he decided the world was too loud for his silence." The woman sighed, a sound like dry leaves