Spellbent | 100-word drabble
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Spellbent | 100-word drabble
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The old man sat on the bench, his hands resting on the smooth wood of his violin. He used to play in the streets, lifting the spirits of those he encountered. A small crowd started gathering, drawn in by the bittersweet melodies of his instrument.
His music reached deep within each listener, filling them with hope and joy. Some started dancing, others singing along. His music had the power to bring people together and heal the wounds of the soul.
And as long as he had his violin, he would continue to magically spellbind everyone lucky enough to meet him.
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