The smell of bow resin, brass, and oil hangs heavy on the air. On a desk in the corner, piles of parchment with musical notation hold half-finished songs by the dozens. Stringed instruments sit propped against the far wall, each humming with silent potential. A single stool sits at the center of the room, and a music stand beside it, upon which lays the final draft of the bard’s masterpiece.

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