Cranberry is the berry of death. That’s what they say in “The Gloomy Swamp.” Here, the bog doesn’t feed—it demands blood. The water keeps the names of those who drowned. Mist clutches each throat with sticky yellow fingers, for anyone who dares to come closer.
When Anastasia Glebovna’s carriage gets stuck in the mire, she thinks—nothing could be worse. But at the estate she is met with poison, revolver gunshots, and cold steel, while in the swamp hides someone who knows too well what death looks like. And he has no intention of stopping.
Will a fragile woman be able to stop the killer where men disappear one after another? Or will “The Gloomy Swamp” take another life?
A gothic detective story set against the backdrop of provincial Russia.