The walls between the worlds are thin. The nights draw in. And monsters walk abroad... October 30th, 1958. France's papers are haunted by the spectre of the Algerian War of Independence. But that still doesn't explain why they're silent about a child's skeleton, washed up on a French beach. No stories, no breaking news. Nothing but a set of police photos, delivered anonymously to my hands. And bite marks on the skeleton, too big for any...