The northern island of Storn is a place where every family keeps its own skeletons in the closet, and the Atlantic wind carries whispers of old legends. After many years away, Finna Drever returns here. Her sister’s death—the teacher Maeve—is officially recognized as an accident. But Finna doesn’t believe it.
The only thread leading to the truth is the ghost of a girl in a yellow coat, who appears to her in the fog, and a child’s drawing showing seven faceless figures dancing in a circle at the base of the ancient Black Yew.
Her investigation becomes a path along the edge of a cliff, where every step in the present echoes back from childhood. The mysterious drawing, the rope with three knots in which witches hide the winds—all of it is part of the puzzle.
Each new answer makes the picture of the past more and more terrifying. Because the truth proves more dangerous than any lie. And the home that was supposed to protect her becomes part of the trap.
This isn’t just an investigation. It’s a story about collective guilt, about the power of public silence—how love and fear intertwine more strongly than knots in a wet rope. And about the fact that sometimes, in order to survive, you have to remember first.
To find the murderer, Finna will have to dig up a dark secret that the island has kept for decades—a secret in which she herself is involved.