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... e in Mira's alley, the city's dusk wrapping around them like a soft chord, the air crisp with the scent of wet asphalt and distant curry. His guitar rested across his knees, the leather strap's stars catching the glow of a flickering streetlamp, a tether to his mom's pride. The Static's lightning still crackled in his veins—Shatterpoint at twenty-seven thousand listens, Flicker nearing sixteen thousand, the stream at twenty-five thousand views—but the weight of their growing fire was sharpening. ...
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