Grief can be extracted. Bottled. Sold.
In the river town of Draye Hollow, sorrow is a commodity. It can be drawn out of the bereaved, sealed in wax, purchased through the Registry, and carried in the bodies of those paid to hold it. For fifteen years, Ames Corteel has brokered other people's grief. She is very good at it. She feels none of it. She has always believed she was simply built that way — configured correctly for a life that holds loss without keeping it.
Her father's death is supposed to change nothing.
Then, buried inside forty-one years of his settlements, Ames finds seven vials he labeled in his own hand — all from the same week, thirty-two years ago, all bearing the same name.
Hers.
The grief inside them is wrong-colored. It doesn't belong to the dead. And the deeper Ames follows it — through suppressed records, a torn-out ledger, a brokerage built on a buried crime, and a town that has trained itself not to ask — the closer she comes to a loss she was never told she suffered, and a question she has spent her whole life avoiding: what grief belongs to her, and who decided she would never carry it?
A haunting, slow-burn literary mystery — atmospheric, intelligent, and quietly devastating. For readers who love speculative fiction with real emotional weight, small-town secrets that take their time unraveling, and an ending that pays off every patient page. A story about the machinery of denial, the bureaucracy of loss, and the cost of finally opening the vial.
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Paperback. Zustand: new. Paperback. Grief can be extracted. Bottled. Sold.In the river town of Draye Hollow, sorrow is a commodity. It can be drawn out of the bereaved, sealed in wax, purchased through the Registry, and carried in the bodies of those paid to hold it. For fifteen years, Ames Corteel has brokered other people's grief. She is very good at it. She feels none of it. She has always believed she was simply built that way - configured correctly for a life that holds loss without keeping it.Her father's death is supposed to change nothing.Then, buried inside forty-one years of his settlements, Ames finds seven vials he labeled in his own hand - all from the same week, thirty-two years ago, all bearing the same name.Hers.The grief inside them is wrong-colored. It doesn't belong to the dead. And the deeper Ames follows it - through suppressed records, a torn-out ledger, a brokerage built on a buried crime, and a town that has trained itself not to ask - the closer she comes to a loss she was never told she suffered, and a question she has spent her whole life avoiding: what grief belongs to her, and who decided she would never carry it?A haunting, slow-burn literary mystery - atmospheric, intelligent, and quietly devastating. For readers who love speculative fiction with real emotional weight, small-town secrets that take their time unraveling, and an ending that pays off every patient page. A story about the machinery of denial, the bureaucracy of loss, and the cost of finally opening the vial. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from multiple locations in the US or from the UK, depending on stock availability. Bestandsnummer des Verkäufers 9798182045339
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Taschenbuch. Zustand: Neu. Neuware - Grief can be extracted. Bottled. Sold.In the river town of Draye Hollow, sorrow is a commodity. It can be drawn out of the bereaved, sealed in wax, purchased through the Registry, and carried in the bodies of those paid to hold it. For fifteen years, Ames Corteel has brokered other people's grief. She is very good at it. She feels none of it. She has always believed she was simply built that way - configured correctly for a life that holds loss without keeping it.Her father's death is supposed to change nothing.Then, buried inside forty-one years of his settlements, Ames finds seven vials he labeled in his own hand - all from the same week, thirty-two years ago, all bearing the same name.Hers.The grief inside them is wrong-colored. It doesn't belong to the dead. And the deeper Ames follows it - through suppressed records, a torn-out ledger, a brokerage built on a buried crime, and a town that has trained itself not to ask - the closer she comes to a loss she was never told she suffered, and a question she has spent her whole life avoiding: what grief belongs to her, and who decided she would never carry it A haunting, slow-burn literary mystery - atmospheric, intelligent, and quietly devastating. For readers who love speculative fiction with real emotional weight, small-town secrets that take their time unraveling, and an ending that pays off every patient page. A story about the machinery of denial, the bureaucracy of loss, and the cost of finally opening the vial. Bestandsnummer des Verkäufers 9798182045339
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Paperback. Zustand: new. Paperback. Grief can be extracted. Bottled. Sold.In the river town of Draye Hollow, sorrow is a commodity. It can be drawn out of the bereaved, sealed in wax, purchased through the Registry, and carried in the bodies of those paid to hold it. For fifteen years, Ames Corteel has brokered other people's grief. She is very good at it. She feels none of it. She has always believed she was simply built that way - configured correctly for a life that holds loss without keeping it.Her father's death is supposed to change nothing.Then, buried inside forty-one years of his settlements, Ames finds seven vials he labeled in his own hand - all from the same week, thirty-two years ago, all bearing the same name.Hers.The grief inside them is wrong-colored. It doesn't belong to the dead. And the deeper Ames follows it - through suppressed records, a torn-out ledger, a brokerage built on a buried crime, and a town that has trained itself not to ask - the closer she comes to a loss she was never told she suffered, and a question she has spent her whole life avoiding: what grief belongs to her, and who decided she would never carry it?A haunting, slow-burn literary mystery - atmospheric, intelligent, and quietly devastating. For readers who love speculative fiction with real emotional weight, small-town secrets that take their time unraveling, and an ending that pays off every patient page. A story about the machinery of denial, the bureaucracy of loss, and the cost of finally opening the vial. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability. Bestandsnummer des Verkäufers 9798182045339
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