The boy stopped, grinned, and hopped off his board. “Name’s Ricky Johnson. I’ve lived here my whole life—knows all the secret paths, the hidden alleys, the best places to hide a bike when Mom’s looking for it.”
Ricky’s mother pressed the play button. A soft crackle filled the library, then a voice—deep, warm, and unmistakably from a century ago—began to speak.
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