Freshwater Venice

White pebbles custodians of the drowned souls through time. A medium missing for years and a band of criminals sucked into a visionary vortex that drags all towards the obscure depths illuminated by the reflections of a still living past. A story as liquied as the river around which it winds, where quiet is only an illusion; an illusion that spares no one, not even the reader, in the succession of twists and revelations.