When a cruise ship in the Seventh Sea sinks into the dense fog with two thousand names aboard, and a shipping ban conceals the sobbing from the depths of the trench, the order of this world is quietly beginning to rust.
Compasses begin to spin backward, reflections in mirrors learn to lag behind, and lights that do not belong to this world drift across the sea at midnight. Some see in their dreams a wreck lodged in glassy water. Some find the same ship's log repeated across the wallpaper of a psychiatric hospital. Others grip a scorching old compass and hear fingernails scratching at a ship's hull from deep within the earth...
