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“You didn't pay... so I'll take a verse.” Leo yanked his headphones off
A new piano roll opened on its own. Notes appeared one by one, forming a chord progression he didn't write. Then a melody. Then a whisper through the master channel—low, reversed, barely audible. He reached for the power cord, but the