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Elias spun around. Standing before him was a figure draped in robes woven entirely from horsehair and broken violin strings. The figure held a bow made of pure light and a violin carved from a single, giant piece of flawless tiger-flame maple. The face was obscured, a shifting blur of every prodigy who had ever lived. "Ling Ling?" Elias whispered, his voice trembling.

Frustrated, Elias closed his eyes and played harder, faster, pushing his muscles past the point of exhaustion. That was when the shift happened. Ling Ling Deep Ling

Elias smiled a weary, terrified smile, picked up his bow, and began again. Elias spun around

The air in the room grew thick, vibrating at a frequency that didn't belong to any known musical scale. The ticking of the clock slowed down, ground to a halt, and then began to spin backward. The face was obscured, a shifting blur of

Suddenly, with a violent snap of a broken string, the void collapsed.