Candle Week
A Folk Horror Novel
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Candle Week
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Ethan Marlowe
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In November 1976, folklorist Ruth Calloway steps off the Saturday bus at the end of a long causeway with a reel-to-reel recorder, a case of blank tape and a letter from her late mother that she has not been able to open.
Sixty-one people live in Marrowby Fen, on a low island of clay in a black sea of peat, and next spring a new drainage scheme will empty the mere that surrounds it. Ruth has come to record the village's songs and customs while there is still time. She has arrived, she learns, just before Candle Week: seven nights when every sleeper keeps a lit candle in the window, nobody walks the causeway after dark, and every household gives something small back to the Fen.
Everyone is kind. The landlady feeds her, the vicar says almost nothing, the oldest woman in the village hums a tune with one bar too many, and a ten-year-old boy climbs the church tower each night to count the flames. On the first night he counts sixty-two. It is never sixty-two. And no stranger, the landlady tells her gently, has ever stayed past the week.
But Ruth's tapes begin to hold more than she remembers saying. An engineer's gauges will not agree with one another. The rhyme the children skip to is missing its last line. By the seventh night Ruth must decide what is worth keeping, what is worth giving, and what a kindness can cost.
Hushed, patient and warm at its center, this is a listen for dark evenings: no gore, no monsters, only custom, silence, counting and weather.
A quiet folk horror novel of a fen village, a tape recorder and a week of candles.
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