The dead always testify. Until they start refusing.
In the city of Vhaleth, murder has been obsolete for two hundred years. Summon the victim, ask one question, hang the killer. Kaelen Veir is the youngest Grave Speaker the Bone Court has ever raised — the miracle who has never lost a spirit — and every summoning costs him a day of his own life.
He pays gladly. He's been buying strangers their goodbyes for years, because no one ever bought him his.
Then the dead begin rising silent. Kneeling victims. Peaceful faces. Ash rings of seven candles. And every one of them passed through the hands of Mirren — the corpse-tender at the Last House, a woman with no past, no records, and the only quiet Kaelen's haunted mind has ever known.
The Court says she's a suspect. His gift says she's a sanctuary. And the dead themselves, whispering their last half-words over the bodies, are spelling out something impossible:
his own name.
To catch a killer who murders with a borrowed miracle, Kaelen will have to break every rule in the Charter — protect a woman whose secret carries a death sentence, unseal a night stolen from his own memory, and learn why thirty-one souls chose to hide inside the one person he cannot stay away from.
Because the seventh minute is when the dead cross over.
And someone has found a way to make them go somewhere else.
A complete standalone dark fantasy romance — forbidden slow-burn love, a gothic murder mystery, devastating twists, and an ending worth the grief. No cliffhanger. No missing half. Bring tissues.