Chapter 2 · free to read
4:40 AM. Pim wouldn't let her go alone. The renovated wing smelled of new paint — and, faintly, of something burnt.
The key turned before she finished pushing it in. As if something had already unlocked it from inside.
The blue cassette. Side B, track four. It was playing itself, and she had left it under her bed across the city.
Written before she was born. Rewritten, it seemed, tonight.
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