The reports keep coming. Hours gone. Decades gone. Families that no longer recognize their own. And when Meredith corners the courteous merchant, he drops an hourglass at her feet. Inside is a girl, sixteen, frozen mid-scream. She has been screaming for twenty years.
Why does a dying man steal time he cannot keep? Who froze the girl in the glass? And what does a guardian do when the court itself is the crime?
Every hour he stole was an act of love, and love will stand trial for it.