It begins with a whisper from the pages of a locked diary, a farewell song, a leap into the void. The surface of life trembles and the ripples spread outwards, pulling what is hidden into the light.
In
Swansong, nothing is what it seems. A birthday marks the beginning of the end, a neighbour hides more than gossip, an ordinary home turns into a stage for a final performance.
By turns poignant, chilling and quietly defiant, these twenty-four stories do not soothe. They disturb, provoke and linger.
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