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The Candle Lady : What the Candle Knows - A Wicks & Wonders Story
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- ISBN8235980174
- EAN9798235980174
- Date de parution12/06/2026
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- ÉditeurIoakim Ioakim
Résumé
In the small town of Ashwick, Vermont, a woman sells candles named after your darkest secrets - and one of them already knows yours. Mirabel Fenn has spent thirty-eight years being the most reliable, most sensible, most morally composed person in Ashwick. She files documents. She walks the same route every morning. She has opinions, keeps them organized, and rarely revises them. She is, by every measure she has ever applied to herself, a good person.
Then a candle shop appears between the post office and the bakery. The owner - an eccentric, unflappable woman named Theodora Vane - sells scents with names like Village Gossip, Old Grievance, and Borrowed Confidence. She wraps every purchase with the care of someone handing over something fragile. And when Mirabel buys the Village Gossip candle and lights it alone one evening, something extraordinary begins to happen.
Voices. Murmuring through the flame. The whispered secrets of everyone she has ever known - her pompous town councilman, the church organist, the hardware store owner - surfacing one by one in the warm amber light. It's unsettling. It's darkly funny. It's exactly the kind of thing a sensible woman should stop immediately. She does not stop. Night after night, Mirabel listens - until the evening the flame goes completely still.
No murmur. No gossip. No one else's secrets. Just silence. And then, rising slowly from somewhere she has kept sealed and dark for fifteen years, a sound she recognizes in her bones: her own voice, younger, steady, deliberate - dialing a number she still knows by heart. She knows what call this is. She knows what happened three weeks after she made it. She knows the name of the person who lost everything because of it.
And she has spent fifteen years being absolutely certain - absolutely, completely, unshakeably certain - that she is not the kind of person who would do what that voice is doing right now. So why is the candle still burning - and what else does it already know about her?
Then a candle shop appears between the post office and the bakery. The owner - an eccentric, unflappable woman named Theodora Vane - sells scents with names like Village Gossip, Old Grievance, and Borrowed Confidence. She wraps every purchase with the care of someone handing over something fragile. And when Mirabel buys the Village Gossip candle and lights it alone one evening, something extraordinary begins to happen.
Voices. Murmuring through the flame. The whispered secrets of everyone she has ever known - her pompous town councilman, the church organist, the hardware store owner - surfacing one by one in the warm amber light. It's unsettling. It's darkly funny. It's exactly the kind of thing a sensible woman should stop immediately. She does not stop. Night after night, Mirabel listens - until the evening the flame goes completely still.
No murmur. No gossip. No one else's secrets. Just silence. And then, rising slowly from somewhere she has kept sealed and dark for fifteen years, a sound she recognizes in her bones: her own voice, younger, steady, deliberate - dialing a number she still knows by heart. She knows what call this is. She knows what happened three weeks after she made it. She knows the name of the person who lost everything because of it.
And she has spent fifteen years being absolutely certain - absolutely, completely, unshakeably certain - that she is not the kind of person who would do what that voice is doing right now. So why is the candle still burning - and what else does it already know about her?
