Aaron Crow is a London lawyer who understands the law intimately-and understands himself hardly at all. Hollowed by betrayal, silence, and emotional withdrawal, he lives a life of routine and restraint, filing away memories as if they were closed cases. Love has ended. Meaning has thinned. Conscience feels like a forgotten organ.

Then the crows appear, at first, they watch. Then they return what was lost. Then they speak.

Under the light of the full moon, Aaron is summoned to a secret tribunal that exists beyond human sight: the Crows' Court, where justice is neither debated nor excused, and where guilt is measured without mercy or sentiment. Theft, betrayal, and transgression are judged swiftly-without rhetoric, without loopholes, without appeal.

As a man who has spent his life defending others within human courts, Aaron becomes an unwilling witness to a form of justice older, colder, and more exact than his own. With each session he attends, the boundaries between observer and accused begin to dissolve. The crows do not seek his opinion. They do not explain themselves. They only watch-and remember.