Filament

The hair in the glass dome isn't dead. It has roots. And it's hungry.

Tobias Hirst lives in the grey, rain-swept town of Whitby, a place where the fog clings like a shroud. As a restorationist of "Sentimental Jewelry," he spends his days repairing Victorian mourning wreaths-intricate flowers and landscapes woven from the tresses of the dead. It is quiet, delicate work, until an anonymous estate sends him a commission: a massive "Family Tree" dated 1860, sealed in a vacuum-tight glass dome.

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