Jonas listened until the crackle of the final groove faded into silence. He felt as if the record had rearranged something inside him—had redrawn the map of why he collected sound in the first place. He reached for the sleeve, but Maeve's hand was already on it.
Jonas listened until the crackle of the final groove faded into silence. He felt as if the record had rearranged something inside him—had redrawn the map of why he collected sound in the first place. He reached for the sleeve, but Maeve's hand was already on it.