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Khoa sighed. "Because, my child, they have removed the air. The breath. The space between the piano key and the silence after." He gestured to a dusty bookshelf. "Music today is a skeleton. No flesh. No heart."

His granddaughter, little Lan, sat on his lap, holding a cheap plastic tablet. "Grandpa, why does this song feel... flat?" she asked, scrolling past a saccharine pop tune. Tai Nhac Dsd Mien Phi

"This is... real," Lan whispered. "It’s like he’s in the room with us." Khoa sighed