What the Water Gave the Mire

I, Rhys Llewellyn, was once the best detective in the rain-slicked city of Aberddu, until a case gone wrong left me disgraced and my partner dead. Now, I'm stuck with the dregs: cold cases nobody wants. That’s how I found her - Ffion, a sharp-witted ghost bound to the crumbling riverside manor where she was murdered a decade ago. She can’t remember her killer’s face, only that she trusted them. The catch? I can only see her in reflections - a fleeting image in a windowpane, a shimmer on a puddle, a glimpse in my own weary eyes in the mirror. She is my only witness, and I am her only link to the living world. As we piece together the puzzle of her last days, a fragile, unspoken love blossoms in the space between our worlds. We dream of finding a way to bring her back, but the city’s strange magic has a price. What if solving her murder isn't enough, and the very connection that allows us to meet is also the one that's pulling her apart, reflection by reflection?