B-Side

A song is a small thing. The smallest thing. Until it becomes the smallest door you'll ever walk through—and you realize something is waiting on the other side. In RyeHill, Oregon, sixteen-year-old Jacob Robinson expects nothing more from October than cold wind and thrift store hunts. But for twenty-five cents at Second Chances, he finds a blank 45 record etched with a single, cryptic warning: pla...