[Western fantasy + science-based magic + mind-bending twists + family bonds]
"That day, the dead came back. But I didn't know whether the one who returned was Dad, or something wearing Dad's shell."
Is knowing the truth always a good thing?
A young apprentice who has just enrolled at Saint Verne Academy investigates an incident of "resurrection" and discovers that what people call souls are actually a kind of invisible matter. The "Disintegration Spell," whose study the academy has long forbidden, can truly kill not the body, but a person's very mode of existence as "matter."
What truth was buried on that snowy night?
