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The last time Leo had seen her was ten years ago, backstage at a folk club in Portland. She had been tuning a battered guitar, humming something she hadn't written down yet. "If you ever lose me," she'd said with a half-smile, "look in the forgotten music."

He rushed to the listening station, dropped the needle on track 3. A crackle, then her voice, soft as worn velvet: "Charleston… Chicago… Cleveland… Christiana… You were always at the start of my alphabet. Come home." Searching for- Christiana Cinn woodman in-All C...

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