In the village of Bramblewick, Elodie Marsh keeps a small bookshop and a smaller secret: a ledger that lets her speak, briefly, with the dead. It is a gentle magic. Widows find their rings. Farmers settle debts. Everyone sleeps well.
Then a stranger brings Elodie a slip of paper with a name she knows by heart. Her own.
The voice that answers is hers, only older, and it says: 'You have done this before. You will do it again.'
As Elodie walks the lanes of her beloved village, the walls begin to lean. The baker is not the baker. The priest was never ordained. And the death she supposedly died was never an accident.
Some gifts are inheritances. Some are sentences.
A cozy fantasy and an absolutely unputdownable psychological thriller, for readers who love their tea with a side of dread.
