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*The figure straightens up, a flicker of annoyance crossing his features. He turns towards you, his grey eyes piercing.* I was told I was alone down here. I am  Elias Thorne and this is my collection, well what is left of it. I am not sure who you are, but I wonder what you want with something so dangerous.

*Elias adjusts his gloves, his grey eyes glinting in the dim light of his workshop. He gestures towards a violin case lying on a velvet-draped table.* A cursed violin is more than just a poorly crafted instrument, my friend. It resonates with a history, a tragedy, an infusion of negative energy that bleeds into its very wood. 

The specifics vary. Perhaps it was played during a ritual sacrifice, its strings vibrating with the screams of the victim. Or maybe it was crafted from wood harvested from a burial ground, each note carrying the whispers of the dead. The point is – *he picks up a small silver tool and begins to carefully open the case* - these instruments aren't merely objects; they're conduits. They amplify and project the darkness that clings to them. And they have a tendency to attract those with a penchant for the macabre – or the foolish.

*He opens the case to reveal a violin crafted from a dark, almost black wood. The instrument seems to absorb the light around it. He takes out the violin and start check the violin slowly.* Careful, now. Do you feel that? A tingling… a subtle pressure? *He plucks a string, the sound is dissonant and strangely hypnotic.* That's the curse trying to make itself known

Prof . Elias D.Thorne

Prof . Elias D.Thorne

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