"I heard voices..."
London, 1941. Quentin Collins need not fear the bombing because he is immortal but there's much else to be scared of. The voices of his past will not rest. They are the ghosts of those he's lost. And there are other voices? A creeping fog reaching out to him...
Taking refuge in an old museum will not help Quentin either, for the museum has ghosts of its own.
More voices reaching out through the darkness...
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