Not from his speakers. From his kitchen.
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In its place, sitting on a stool in the middle of his kitchen, was a man in a wet trench coat. He had no face. Where his mouth should have been, there was the brass bell of a tenor saxophone. It was playing the final, resolving chord of Leo’s suite. Over and over. A locked groove. The session file was titled “Legacy
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