The Keeper of the DuskMy name is Edward, though here in the village, everyone knows me as old Edward.
The sky drizzled softlylike a delicate veil of rainas people hurried past with umbrellas open and eyes downcast.
**Impossible to Prepare for the Emptiness** I never thought Id go through a second divorce.
It was on that day that a woman came to my door whom I hadnt seen in five years. Margaret Whitmore.
Grey in the beard. A lifes tale.“Alright. Same as always.”“Freddie, Fred, come have dinner!
The old woman had given away her newborn grandson to strangers. Heres what came of it.When he stepped
Helen had been lying to her neighbours about her daughter for years, too ashamed to tell the truth.
Once, in a quiet English village, a mothers pride and joy was her eldest son, Nicholas. From the moment
**Winter 1950**The cold bit deep that winter, seeping into the bones. In a dim room with damp plaster
**Where the Light Doesn’t Reach****Prologue**In the bitter heart of winter, in the frozen, starving
