Such an Odd Word to Use: Secrets don't hide, they echo

A hidden Clerkenwell refuge, a watchful neighbour - and a narrowing gap between paranoia and perception.

After years on the move, Mark hopes for peace in a secluded London house once used as a music studio. Hidden behind Georgian terraces, it feels like the perfect retreat... until small disturbances begin to ripple beneath the surface. A glance held too long. A neighbour who knows too much. Watchers who linger.

A routine planning request triggers something deeper, that seems too coordinated ...