The Collection
Paris, 1882. Before anyone can understand the impossible, its witnesses must be kept from disappearing. Letters, séances, unsettling accounts pass through the hands of people trying to distinguish trickery from what resists explanation. But preservation means more than stacking documents. A family wants an artifact withdrawn. A name puts someone at risk. Evidence already has a price.
Open the novel ↗A moment in the opening pages
C. D. could be Clémence Delatour, Lucile’s mother. Directories and an estate notice consulted that morning indicated that she had died in 1927.Read the excerpt ↗