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The Bells At Midnight. The Blackthorn Chapbooks, #1
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- Date de parution15/11/2025
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Résumé
Christmas Eve in Whitethorn. Frost on the churchyard stones. A bell that tolls names that should not yet be spoken. Carols drift from St Jude's and candles bloom against the dark, but unease lies under every ribbon and wreath. The village keeps its old custom of reading the year's departed-until, during the service itself, the bell begins to toll on its own. The sound does not count the dead. It calls the living.
Agnes Wetherby, newly come to Whitethorn, is drawn into a tangle of ledgered names, muffled secrets, and a boy who should be nowhere. As midnight approaches, hymn and bronze clash in the nave, and the parish must decide whether to keep its silence or speak the name that will set the count right-on Christmas, of all nights. A wintry, candlelit ghost story in the great Christmas tradition, The Bells at Midnight is the fourth of the Blackthorn Chapbooks by Edwin Blackthorn-short, chilling tales in the spirit of the Victorian penny dreadful, meant to be read by lamplight when the house is quiet.
Agnes Wetherby, newly come to Whitethorn, is drawn into a tangle of ledgered names, muffled secrets, and a boy who should be nowhere. As midnight approaches, hymn and bronze clash in the nave, and the parish must decide whether to keep its silence or speak the name that will set the count right-on Christmas, of all nights. A wintry, candlelit ghost story in the great Christmas tradition, The Bells at Midnight is the fourth of the Blackthorn Chapbooks by Edwin Blackthorn-short, chilling tales in the spirit of the Victorian penny dreadful, meant to be read by lamplight when the house is quiet.
Christmas Eve in Whitethorn. Frost on the churchyard stones. A bell that tolls names that should not yet be spoken. Carols drift from St Jude's and candles bloom against the dark, but unease lies under every ribbon and wreath. The village keeps its old custom of reading the year's departed-until, during the service itself, the bell begins to toll on its own. The sound does not count the dead. It calls the living.
Agnes Wetherby, newly come to Whitethorn, is drawn into a tangle of ledgered names, muffled secrets, and a boy who should be nowhere. As midnight approaches, hymn and bronze clash in the nave, and the parish must decide whether to keep its silence or speak the name that will set the count right-on Christmas, of all nights. A wintry, candlelit ghost story in the great Christmas tradition, The Bells at Midnight is the fourth of the Blackthorn Chapbooks by Edwin Blackthorn-short, chilling tales in the spirit of the Victorian penny dreadful, meant to be read by lamplight when the house is quiet.
Agnes Wetherby, newly come to Whitethorn, is drawn into a tangle of ledgered names, muffled secrets, and a boy who should be nowhere. As midnight approaches, hymn and bronze clash in the nave, and the parish must decide whether to keep its silence or speak the name that will set the count right-on Christmas, of all nights. A wintry, candlelit ghost story in the great Christmas tradition, The Bells at Midnight is the fourth of the Blackthorn Chapbooks by Edwin Blackthorn-short, chilling tales in the spirit of the Victorian penny dreadful, meant to be read by lamplight when the house is quiet.
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