I still dream, every night, of Polneath on fire. Smoke unravelling from an upper window, and the terrace bathed in a hectic orange light…

By day, Ivy Boscawen mourns the loss of her son Tim in the Great War. But by night she mourns another boy — one whose death decades ago haunts her still.

For Ivy fears that there is more to what happened all those years ago; the fire at Polneath house, and the terrible events that came after. A truth she must uncover, if she is ever to be free.

‘Utterly enthralling’ — Elizabeth Macneal, author of Circus of Wonders

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