When Christine Alvarado inherits a lonely stone house above the Scottish town of Gladspora, it seems like the first piece of luck her family has ever known. But the hill has a memory older than the house built on it, and the dead beneath it were never laid to rest.

As the rooms begin to change around them, strange voices creep through the walls, a missing girl’s name returns from the dark, and the town below turns watchful with an old, inherited fear. What was buried on the hill was not buried to end it. It was buried to keep it quiet.

In Gladspora, blood is not only family. It is debt. It is promise. It is a door.

And some blood, once silenced, does not stop calling.