Death of Halloween

Previously

…If Hemlock was right, if this was a calculated performance of revenge, then the stakes were far higher than they had imagined. The festival was only days away, the climax of the legend, the perfect stage for a perpetrator seeking their final, dramatic act. And Eleanor, the skeptical newcomer, and Sarah, the town’s sensitive historian, were now tasked with unraveling a carefully constructed illusion, with finding the unseen puppeteer before the final curtain fell. The whispering woods seemed to hold their breath, as if waiting for them to uncover the truth, to finally see the strings.