Where the Dead Keep Watch

Previously

…It wasn’t a threat, but a lament. Eleanor looked at the journal, at the intricate diagrams and unsettling illustrations that hinted at rituals and symbols of immense power. She knew, with a certainty that settled deep in her bones, that her family had inherited more than just a house and a cemetery. They had inherited a responsibility. A pact. And the secrets of Thorne, the name that appeared with increasing frequency in the journal, the architect of this spectral prison. Thorne’s shadow loomed, not in malice, but in the grim determination of a man who had made a terrible bargain for the sake of survival. And now, the Vances were bound to its consequences.