Music composer Garry Schyman sits in his Los Angeles studio, at a desk topped with Gustav Mahler biographies and Krzysztof Penderecki recordings, and ponders the hero’s predicament. He pivots to his keyboard and plays a handful of chords conveying utter loss, the draining of hope.
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