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The sign was hand-painted, the gold leaf peeling like sunburnt skin. It hung above a shop so narrow it felt like a mistake between two brick buildings. it screamed in faded block letters.

Elias looked at the cello, then at the peeling sign outside. He zipped the case, but he didn't head for the bank. He headed for the park, the weight on his shoulder finally feeling like it belonged there. Should I add a to this shop, or we buy instruments

The woman pointed a screwdriver at a velvet-lined stool. "Open it." The sign was hand-painted, the gold leaf peeling

The woman nodded. She reached into a drawer, pulled out a "Closed" sign, and flipped it toward the window. The sign was hand-painted