Years passed. The city shifted and kept its stubbornness. People moved in and out of Katee’s life; some stayed long enough to leave footprints, others like loose pages torn free. Every now and then, when spring smelled like something that could start new things, she would take the flash drive out and listen. The songs were the same as they’d been that night in Studio 3, but when she heard them now she could also hear the space around them—the creak of the piano bench, Marcus’s off-key whistle, the way her own voice had sounded when it decided not to hide any longer.
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And the community… wow.
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