The Unfinished Symphony
Whispering Hollow The eviction notice felt like a death knell in Aiden's cramped studio apartment. Rent in the city had become a monstrous beast, devouring his meager savings from years of playing gigs in smoky jazz bars and dingy hotel lobbies. Dreams of a sold-out concert hall felt as distant as the moon. Then, the letter arrived. A faded, legal document with a crest that looked like it belonged on a medieval knight's shield. It informed Aiden he was the sole heir to Whispering Hollow , a sprawling property nestled somewhere in the forgotten corners of Vermont. An inheritance from a great-aunt he barely knew, a woman who'd faded into the background of his childhood stories like a watercolor painting left in the rain. Intrigue battled with skepticism. A free house? In this economy? Suspicion gnawed at him, but the allure of a roof over his head, especially one not attached to a grumpy landlord, proved too strong. A week later, Aiden found himself standing on a deserted cou