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Leo frowned. A sewing machine? He dragged it into Ableton anyway. The recording was hissy, intimate—the rhythmic clack of a needle punching through denim layered over a soft Seattle drizzle. He pitched it down eight semitones. The clack became a heartbeat. The rain became a bassline made of weather.

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Now, the silence in his headphones was absolute. Leo frowned