In the dim tunnels beneath the city, a dead signal keeps coming back online.
Detective Silas Vane doesn’t believe in ghosts, time loops, or the whispering hum of the Metro’s old comm relays—but when a missing scientist’s transmission starts repeating from an abandoned chamber known only as the Echo Room, belief becomes irrelevant. The evidence is alive, recursive, and talking back.
Deadlight fuses hardboiled noir with speculative physics in a world where every unanswered call might be from yourself. As Vane descends through layers of surveillance, secret research, and self-replicating consciousness, he discovers that what’s returning through the wires isn’t just signal—it’s memory. And memory has a body count.
Taut, atmospheric, and laced with black humor, Deadlight pulls the reader through a recursion of guilt, identity, and the mathematics of consequence. Beneath its grit lies a haunting if the past could call you back, would you answer?