Where The Music Touches
Some obsessions are quietly affecting and only recognized by the one truly in tune with the other…
On a quiet cobblestone street lined with historic brownstones and gas lanterns, lived a librarian named Vivien. She’d grown used to living a life unnoticed. She preferred looking after the library away from the hustle and bustle of the city. At home, she enjoyed her privacy and her books. What’s this? Her chest tightened upon seeing a light in the adjacent window. As long as she’d lived there, no one had occupied the othe...