Prelude Black Creek, Indiana. 1884 “Father!” she cried again. “Lucy!”Silence.Then—A shift. Breathing. She sensed a change. Very close.A whisper brushed the back of her neck.From beyond the door came movement—slow footsteps across stone. Soft leather. Deliberate. Waiting.Metal scraped metal as the lock disengaged. The door shuddered as it was released from within. Marigold stepped back,…

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