Elias looked at the ceramic tooth in his hand, then up at the man he’d known his whole life. The secret wasn't just in the ground anymore. It was in the air, thick and suffocating, waiting to see if he would bury it again or let the whole town burn.
The first few strikes of the spade were easy, cutting through soft mulch. But as he went deeper, the soil turned stubborn, packed tight with clay and stones. An hour in, his hands were blistered, and his breath came in ragged ghosts. Buried Secrets
Elias froze. The beam of a flashlight cut through the trees, landing squarely on the open canister. Elias looked at the ceramic tooth in his
Elias stood at the edge of the clearing, a rusted spade in his hand. He wasn't there to plant anything. He was there to unmake a lie that had stood for twenty years. The first few strikes of the spade were
The wind didn’t just blow through Blackwood Glen; it seemed to exhale, carrying the damp scent of pine and something metallic, like old pennies.