“He was a firefighter,” she said softly. “Retired. He never told me why he chose this guitar.”
Marcel didn’t pick it up. He leaned in, squinting at the serial number stamped into the back of the headstock: 92114689 .
Three were saved.
Priya played another chord. This time, the note hung in the air of the dusty shop for a full thirty seconds—a shimmering, mournful G.
“That’s a re-stamp,” he whispered. “Godin only re-stamps when a guitar is… resurrected.”
“He was a firefighter,” she said softly. “Retired. He never told me why he chose this guitar.”
Marcel didn’t pick it up. He leaned in, squinting at the serial number stamped into the back of the headstock: 92114689 . godin guitar serial numbers
Three were saved.
Priya played another chord. This time, the note hung in the air of the dusty shop for a full thirty seconds—a shimmering, mournful G. “He was a firefighter,” she said softly
“That’s a re-stamp,” he whispered. “Godin only re-stamps when a guitar is… resurrected.” “He was a firefighter