The corridor shifted. Rain began to fall inside the hallway, but Elias remained dry. The sound of the rain was crisp, distinct individual droplets hitting the pavement. It was the "Others" part of the file name, he realized. This wasn't the radio edits. This was the deep cuts, the B-sides, the rehearsals, the mistakes. This was the creative bleeding edge.
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