THE DARK VILLAGE

Previously

…Elias looked at Agnes, at Silas, at Lyra. He looked at the obsidian amulet, its silent pulse a testament to a desperate, ancient bargain. The shadows in the church seemed to deepen, to stretch and writhe, as if the very darkness Agnes spoke of was pressing in, eager to claim its due. He had come to Blackwood seeking answers about his family. He had found a terrifying truth, a truth that now demanded a choice, a choice that would forever define his own fate. The weight of it settled upon him, heavy and suffocating, the silence of Blackwood now a deafening roar in his ears.