The Grey Chord
(Act I: The Concrete) Detroit is a city of rusted skeletons and broken promises. I am Sam, and I woke up in a body that wasn't mine, in a room that smelled of damp cardboard and old cigarettes. I had the memories of a lifetime of music—symphonies, pop hits, jazz standards—all locked in a mind that now lived in the slums of the Motor City. I thought this was my chance, my great escape. I had the...
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