A woman grieving in a Georgian flat finds an old silver hairbrush. In the mirror, another woman begins to appear — a seamstress in 1919, living in the long shadow of the war. Not a ghost. Not quite memory. A conversation stretched across a hundred years.
This is the song of that story — “Hello, Across the Silver Line.” It stands on its own, but it’s the doorway into something longer.
If it moves you, the opening is free to read at the link, and you can follow along for more stories and songs like these. The full novella lives in Intervals, out 24 July.
