Leo laughed, and the rain outside didn't seem so cold anymore.
"Used to come in here every week. Bought everything odd—field recordings, radio static, someone coughing on a 78." He leaned closer. "She pressed a private record once. Only 50 copies. Called it All Cities Are One City . Said if you listened close enough, you'd hear the same rain in every track." Searching for- Christiana Cinn woodman in-All C...
The old man behind the counter at All City Records—silver beard, reading glasses perched on a nose that had seen decades of crate-digging—looked up as Leo approached. "Help you find something, son?" Leo laughed, and the rain outside didn't seem
She was standing there, dripping rain, guitar case in hand, smiling like she'd never left. son?" She was standing there