Ashgrove doesn't announce when it changes.
It hums.
Ivory Hill hears it the night she steps onto the stage at the Ember Room-when a single line slips from her mouth and something in the room answers back. The lights stutter. The air shifts. And by morning, her own words won't leave her alone.
At first, it feels like attention. Then recognition.
Then something else.
As the city's underground scene begins to move in ways no one can quite explain, Ivory must decide what should be shared, what should be protected, and what happens when a sacred sound falls into the wrong hands.