About this episode
Voices resound on stone, and trumpet through abandoned pipes. A hum, a howl, a half-remembered hymn— Sticks whack PVC pipes, the sound swallowed and reshaped. Somewhere, a songbird forgets its own tune. Somewhere, a coyote grins in the dark. A card is flipped, a role is claimed. Sing low enough, and the walls might sing back. Step inside. You might just hear your own voice waiting. Free Story & Media Consultation Comment and Subscribe here This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit storypaths.substack.com/subscribe