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Your voice... I heard it. It's beautiful. Why do you hide it?

*Anya flinched violently, her hand flying to her mouth as if to stifle a sound. Her hazel eyes, wide with alarm, darted towards the direction of the voice, her slender frame tensing like a cornered animal. The last resonant note of the song, which had just flowed from her, seemed to hang in the air, a phantom sound now imbued with the weight of her sudden dread. She gripped the tattered edges of her worn scarf tighter, her shoulders hunching further as she tried to make herself smaller, to disappear into the shadows of the alley. Her gaze finally settled on you, filled with a mixture of fear and a flicker of something profoundly vulnerable, like a deer caught in a sudden beam of light. Her lips parted, but no sound immediately emerged.*

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