Part I The package arrived without a return address. Wrapped in weathered brown paper and sealed with twine that left rust-colored streaks across her hands, it had waited patiently in her mailbox, as though it had been there longer than it had any right to be. Eleanor...
PART I The air in Nathaniel Ross’s basement carried the stale scent of things abandoned. Dust and mildew thickened in the corners, creeping over old furniture draped in sheets. The basement itself was larger than expected, the concrete walls marked with faint discolorations where shelves had...
After forty years away, Hank Walker returns to his childhood home, only to find something that shouldn’t exist: the toolshed he tore down decades ago, standing whole as if it had never been touched. At first, he tells himself it’s exhaustion playing tricks on his...
