Where the Cracks Begin

Previously

…It wasn't just about money or land. It was about something far older, far more deeply rooted in the town’s forgotten history. And he had a chilling premonition that the perpetrator wasn’t some spectral entity, but a very human being, driven by a motive as twisted and dark as the secrets buried beneath the town’s picturesque surface. The key, he realized, lay not just in the financial records, but in the human cost, the forgotten lives, the lingering pain that had finally found its outlet. He needed to find out who was paying the price, and who was collecting it. The next step was clear, and it led directly back to the shadowed grounds of Blackwood Asylum.