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Emma left the church as the sun rose. In her hands was not just her song, but a weapon. She realized then that Angelo Godshack hadn’t buried his talent. He had just been waiting for an artist brave enough to dig.

“No,” Angelo said, stepping closer. “That’s the original . Nicole sold it to me three years ago. She told me you’d never use it. She said you were afraid.” AngeloGodshackOriginal - Emma Evans- Nicole Swe...

“Nicole is a collector,” Angelo replied, gesturing to the walls. “She doesn’t write music. She finds broken people, records their secrets, and brings them to me. I turn the secrets into gold. Then she takes the credit.” Emma left the church as the sun rose

“You found it.”

“That’s my song,” Emma whispered.

She took the tape. As she climbed the stairs, Angelo called out one last thing: He had just been waiting for an artist brave enough to dig

Angelo Godshack was a legend who had vanished three years ago after producing five platinum albums. Rumors said he heard colors and saw sounds—a synthwave savant with the soul of a haunted monk. His loft was in a decommissioned church in Brooklyn. Emma found the door open.