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She tuned the strings until the last note trembled into place, then closed her eyes. The riff came like a memory—half-angel, half-knife—climbing and snapping, relentless. Her voice slipped through the speakers, equal parts lullaby and warning, pulling listeners into the small orbit of her truth. With every chorus she threw a kick of fury—sharp, precise—toppling the polished masks of those who’d called themselves saints.