Augustine moves through evenings that look almost the same: the constant hum of a generator and the small violence of a life calcified by compromise. Once a man with private ambitions and a wife who believed in him, he is now a middling police officer whose days are measured in petty extortions, unpaid debts, and a marriage on the verge of collapse. At home, Anita waits with questions he cannot answer and children who see more than he would like. On the street, Augustine’s complicity with men like Nicolas keeps his family fed and his conscience raw. He wants change — a new life, a clean slate — but the debt of favours and the gravity of past crimes hold him in place.

When a hurriedly-buried sin refuses to stay hidden, Augustine is pulled back into its earth. What begins as an attempt to right a wrong by finding and returning a missing boy becomes an encounter with a power that is neither law nor fate. The workmen’s bargains, the rural graves, and the nightly rituals all blur into a single, brutal test. Augustine must reckon with the bargains he made and the cost required to be free.

Written with stark tenderness, this is a story of men undone by loyalty and hunger, and of the ghosts we awaken when we refuse to face ourselves.