New York, 1923. Wilhelm Taube is twelve years old, an orphan running from a workhouse that treats its children like slaves. He ducks into an antique shop that shouldn't exist, hiding in a massive wardrobe while men from the orphanage search the streets.

EISENGLASS ANTIQUES AND CONSIGNMENT reads the sign. The shop is dark, silent, filled with treasures from centuries past—a Queen Anne secretaire, medieval armor, meerschaum pipes, jewelry that belonged to queens.

And a cornhusk doll. Faceless. Simple. Utterly out of place among the opulence.

At midnight, Wilhelm discovers why the doll matters. The shop fills with ghosts—spirits bound to the objects they loved most, reliving their defining moments for eternity. A woman writes love letters that will never arrive. A sailor smokes a pipe, watching horizons only he can see. A child sin ...