THE DARK VILLAGE

Previously

…He found himself staring out the window, the moonlight casting long, eerie shadows across the town square. The ordinary world felt fragile, a thin veneer over something far older and more dangerous. He thought of the missing villagers, their fates still unknown. Had they been taken by the encroaching evil Agnes had spoken of? Or had they been sacrifices, part of the pact to keep that evil at bay? The questions gnawed at him, a persistent ache he couldn’t ignore. He’d chosen ignorance, but ignorance was no longer a refuge. The whispers of Blackwood had followed him, and he had a sickening feeling they were only just beginning to speak.