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His fingers touched a single key letting out a note. The note sent a sudden feeling through him, it was like his memories had been shot back through him as if from a needle stabbed into his arm. His fingers began to flow all over the keys and music flowed through the trees as if they were the wind blowing with simplicity. His life had become dark and numb and the keys brought back warmth. War wasn’t where he belonged. It turned him into a different man, one who was angry and filled with emptiness, darkness was all that filled him. His heart had alway belonged to music but it was all ripped away from him in a flash. He became someone else when the music filled his body. At that moment, he was no longer a killer.

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