La zona del crepuscolo

Life flows placidly in Inverary, slow and muddy like marsh water. Mabel Carpenter lives a silent anguish while days go by heavily... Is it always the same? Is the same daily performance repeated to infinity? But her obsession isn’t some kind of a personal odyssey, because there’s something weird in the village mists. What secret is Doctor Hicks hiding among his alembics? Why is nobody born and why does no one die in the eternal stillness of Inverary?