Whispers of Existence

Previously

…But Alistair, with his historian’s relentless pursuit of verisimilitude, had begun to suspect it was more than just a story. The recurring motifs in fragmented local histories, the hushed references in the diaries of early settlers, the unsettling gaps in official records—they all pointed to something tangible, something deliberately obscured. His current obsession, the journal, lay open on the heavy oak desk before him. It was bound in cracked, dark leather, its pages brittle and yellowed, filled with a spidery, archaic script that defied easy decipherment. He’d acquired it from a disreputable antique dealer on the outskirts of town, a man