A laugh. Low. Rattling. It came from the speakers, even though the system was off.
Arden stood up slowly. She pulled a worn leather journal from her bag—the one filled with lyrics she’d never shown anyone, because they weren’t hers. They’d come through her, like water through a crack in a dam. On the last page, in ink that looked darker than it should, she’d written the chorus of “The Bone Chorus.” arden adamz
She smiled. It was small. Tired. Real.