Forgotten Demise
By Tony k
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By @Nay
The guitar (47 words)
The elder sat in the dark, damp room, plucking the worn strings of the guitar. His hands bled with unending strumming, his back arched around the instrument. Maybe one day he’d be good enough. Good enough to perform at the festival. He just needed to practice more.
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