They say that to enter the future, you have to leave the past behind. They say the past does not come back. They say you can’t step into the same river twice.
But what if the past itself closes in—its shadows breathing down your neck and threatening to shatter into dust everything that you hold dear? This isn’t you clinging to yesterday—this is it catching up to you.
Everyone will have to look back. For someone, into their own story; for someone else, into someone else’s—otherwise you won’t understand what demons were awakened by the astonishing resemblance between Liza and a girl named Stasya.
The sixth story (final).