The Council Of Shadows

Previously

…As Anya walked out of the historical society, the afternoon sun felt strangely muted, as if the very light of day was hesitant to penetrate the deepening mystery. The whispers of the shadow had begun to take shape, and Anya knew, with a chilling certainty, that she was no longer just searching for a missing elder, but for the truth hidden beneath the placid surface of Oakhaven. The intertwined knot, the persuasive darkness – these were no longer mere words, but nascent clues in a dangerous game. The game had just begun.