Where the Mist Meets the Mountain

Previously

…The woman with the eyes that see through the mist. My father had left me a name, a direction, and a warning. The path was becoming clearer, but the dangers were also multiplying. The mist outside seemed to thicken, pressing against the windowpane like a spectral hand, as if urging me forward, yet also holding me back. The mystery of Silas Stone was no longer just his own; it was mine now. And I was determined to see it through, no matter the cost. The mountain had its secrets, and I was about to start unearthing them.