Summary
A woman clawed back from the Atlantic’s gullet, salt still crusted in her hair, stumbles inland to discover her former haven of domesticity reduced to an asylum of accusation: her husband—once a laughing cartographer of their shared tomorrows—now rattles his chains inside a murder frame, eyes wild as stormglass. The lighthouse keeper who nursed her back to breath is no Samaritan but a taciturn custodian of maritime secrets, content to let the world believe her carcass feeds the crabs. Between the iron scream of the lantern room and the hush of parlours shuttered against scandal, she unpicks a tapestry of forged signatures, clandestine letters smelling of bergamot and rot, and a dowager’s heirloom brooch that pins the crime to the wrong lapel. Every coastal corridor exhales brine and complicity; every polished floorboard creaks like a witness reluctant. In the final reel, the surf itself seems to give testimony, hurling up a pocket-watch stopped at the hour of the victim’s plunge—proof that washes the husband’s slate clean while condemning the true puppeteer to the undertow.
Synopsis
A girl presumed drowned escapes from a lighthouse keeper to find her husband insane and framed for murder.
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