"Don't worry Melda I'm safe. Come here each night at the same time if you can. I won't have much time. But you must listen to what I'm saying. You have to make sense of it. I hope you've heard this my darling because you're our only hope. I must go now they're coming....."
And like an old radio that loses its signal, static echoed upon the old bricks of the inner walls of the ancient well and Imelda stood smiling in the darkness. He was alive, nobody else called her Melda. She felt like dancing, then realised it was perhaps better not to draw attention to herself or this place. She quietly went indoors and to bed and pretended to fall asleep, all the time plotting how she might go to the well at midnight each night.
On the day eleven year old Imelda Stone discovers the reason she has always felt different from other children, her beloved father storms out of their home in the middle of the night. Days pass and when the police are called, a body is not located, nevertheless Edward Stone is presumed dead. But Imelda knows he is very much alive. One night she hears a voice calling to her from the old dry well at the bottom of the garden and all of her hopes and fears are realised at once.
An enemy older than time has waited to unleash his master plan and only Imelda stands in his way.
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