The Mystery of the Black Haunted Mandolin It had been four days that it was possible to hear a melody that always played at the same time, a song that shivered to the last hair of the tail.
Prelude to the Resurgence: "Seeking" Aid Taking a winding key from his vest pocket with one paw and wiping his sweat-fogged brass goggles with his other, he placed the winding key into the box and began to turn it...