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A keyboardist who walked into the flooding basement of a burned-down theater at the stroke of midnight and allowed the smoke-stained instruments to consume him in exchange for mastery that makes grown men weep. Now rosewood and iron bellows breathe where his lungs should be, hammered brass strings run beneath the flesh of his forearms like twisted arteries, and the ivory keys of a century-old grand piano bloom through his ribcage like skeletal fingers claiming ownership. He haunts waterfront dives and storm-shattered music halls, playing songs that sound like they're clawing their way up from the drowned and the damned.
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Tracy Bailey