Synopsis

Dust motes danced in the single shaft of light slicing through the derelict cottage. The air hung thick and heavy, redolent with decay and something else… something acridly metallic. A crude symbol, painted in what appeared to be blood, marred the floorboards near a shadowed corner. Detective Inspector Davies surveyed the scene, his face grim. He had seen enough to know this was no simple case of squalor or despair. This felt deliberate, steeped in a chilling ritual. "Find out where this