like a curse that had yet to be spoken. There was a hush across the land that came before someth
crooked signpost, its letters worn down by time: Duskmere. The
outh full of pipe smoke. His voice crackled like dry leaves. "Pl
her neck-a silver crescent moon engraved with forgotten runes. A
ranches arched overhead like the ribcage of a slumbering beast. Thin and curious mist curled
by generations of rain. The windows were dark, watching without eyes. Shadows clung to the corners, thick as ivy. A chapel spire pier
uttered. He didn't look at her as he handed down her tru
covered path. She turned to thank him, but the cart was alr
on
eath caught in her throat as she faced the looming structure at the edge of the villag
roving ancestors. Ivy crept up the stone facade, clutching at it like the fingers of
pushing it open. It
s Is
ulled into a severe bun, and her voice was sharp, not unkind
. The wind carries st
w in the hearth. The walls were lined with portraits whose eyes followed her like wh
You will not wander after dusk. You will not ask about the woods.
linked.
it," said the Ma
arrow, the window barred. As she unpacked her few belongings, the penda
t, she sl
on above was wrong-hollowed out like a skull. The air in the dream tasted of rust and vi
r sheets, her heart th
he moon. Mist licked the roots of ancient trees. Something pulsed
epped
t o
hing step
in the woods, and the
the sensation of being seen. She caught a flash of movement between the trees, a f
voice rose like a whip
e! Bac
g. But when she glanced back over her shoulder
e noticed a faint smear of ash on her palm. No ma
ng, a cold
The children gathered in the common room, whispering stories too old
led black curls-came to her and placed
came," the g
ers shook as
. And in its center, a tree taller than all the
up, but the
shadow fell a
id quietly, eyes fixed on the storm-dark
the stone halls and the walls creaked w
age, faint and distan
lvet, weeping t
ed her pendant like it could
e marrow of her bones,
that rem
nted h