Prince Richardson ((free)) -
“I’m not a tuner.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Of course you are.” prince richardson
One Tuesday, a burgundy Rolls-Royce Silver Shadow floated into the lot like a ghost. It idled with a cough. The woman who stepped out wore heels that cost more than Prince’s toolbox. “I’m not a tuner
Prince drove to her address after work. The house was a Victorian in disrepair—peeling paint, a sagging porch. In the basement, under a single bulb, sat the piano. He sat on the bench, dust rising like ghosts. He pressed middle C. The note was flat, tired, but alive. The woman who stepped out wore heels that
Every evening, as the sun slipped behind the western cliffs, the first stars would appear, twinkling like scattered diamonds. The court astrologers claimed the stars were merely distant suns, but Richardson knew they whispered. He could hear faint, melodic murmurs when he pressed his ear against the cool stone of the tower’s wall—a language older than any tongue spoken on earth.
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