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When the final note faded into static, Kenji didn't hit repeat. He looked at the file on his screen, highlighted it, and moved it to a hidden folder titled Fragments . Some songs weren't meant to be played on a loop; they were meant to be held onto like a secret, rediscovered only when you needed to remember that even the briefest moments can stay with you forever. As the bridge built into a crescendo of
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