Who is the child Reza can hear crying every time she goes to the new addition to the Royal Library? Her boss insists there is no child, that it is nothing more than her uncanny sensitivity to the unseen world making a nuisance of itself. Worse, searching for answers gets her angry rebukes about respect for the dead. The further Reza goes, the more certain she becomes that someone is hiding an ugly secret. It's a secret that traces back two generations, to a dark period in this land's history. A time most people would prefer to forget, not caring that denial doesn't make a problem go away. The truth may set you free, but not without a price. And Reza fears that death itself might turn out to be an easier price than the one demanded of her.