Where the Cracks Begin

Previously

…He was heading back to the city, back to the familiar chaos of urban life. But he knew that a part of him would always remain in Blackwood Creek, haunted by the echoes of its lost souls and the chilling realization that the most terrifying monsters were often the ones who walked among us, cloaked in normalcy. The cracks had begun in Blackwood Creek, but Corbin suspected they ran deeper, a universal fissure in the human condition that he, as a detective, and as a man, would continue to grapple with for the rest of his days. The quiet had returned to Blackwood Creek, but for Miles Corbin, the silence would never be truly silent again.