Mr. Wilson, an elderly gentleman, drives slowly through the fog outside Helensville, lost in the shadows of his own mind. Visibility is zero, the silence absolute. Until, from within the white veil, a figure emerges.
A young traveler. Nothing more - or so it seems.
As the fog grows heavier and the light fades, something awakens within him. Faces he thought were buried. Words that were never spoken. Guilt that has been waiting patiently in the dark.
And the fog - thick, impenetrable, as if it has a will of its own - lets nothing escape.
Mists That Matched with Starlit Skies - a novel about memory, guilt, and the things that return when you have nowhere else to look.
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