The Ice is Singing
Driving through the snowbound Yorkshire countryside, stopping at anonymous hotels, Marion is prepared to do anything to escape her memories. She begins to write stories, stories that take her into other people's lives. But as she is drawn back into her own world, she must face the things that made her long for escape.
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