The Soul Piercing Saxophonic Despair

The music, a ghastly serenade wrung from the depths of abandonment, oozed like black honey across the room. Each note was a shard twisting in the soul, pulling at the fibers of light. A single spotlight drenched the saxophonist, his face a mask, his eyes staring vacantly on some unseen horror. The listeners, numb, could only listen as their own suf

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