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The dust motes danced in the afternoon light of "Old Man Miller’s Music Emporium," but Elias only had eyes for the back wall. There, between a polished Fender and a beat-up banjo, sat the beast.

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It didn't sustain like a standard acoustic. It decayed with a gritty, nasal honk that demanded attention. Elias slid a glass bottle-neck slide onto his ring finger and glided it up to the twelfth fret. The guitar wailed, a high, singing cry that sounded like a steam whistle echoing through a canyon. "It’s got that 'trashcan' chime," Elias whispered. The dust motes danced in the afternoon light