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

The sign was hand-painted, the gold leaf peeling like sunburnt skin. It hung above a shop so narrow it felt like a mistake between two brick buildings. it screamed in faded block letters. we buy instruments

"I don't buy furniture, Mr. Vance," she said, knowing his name without being told. "I buy instruments. And an instrument isn't an instrument unless it’s making a sound. Prove it works." When he finished, the silence was louder than the music

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. It hung above a shop so narrow it

"Because you're not selling a cello," she said, returning to her flute. "You're trying to sell your soul so you don't have to feel anything. Come back when you’re ready to sell me a trumpet you actually hate. Until then, get that beautiful thing out of my shop before I charge you for the concert."

He sat. He tucked the cello between his knees. The familiar weight felt like a punch to the gut. He drew the bow across the C-string.