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The village of Oakhaven pulsed with a joyous thrum, a collective breath held in anticipation of the day’s zenith. Sunlight, buttery and warm, spilled over cobblestone paths and thatched roofs, illuminating garlands of wildflowers strung between every dwelling. Margaret, Gwen’s younger sister, was to...

Based on true events from Cortland NY in August of 1870 Cortland, New York, 1870. The air, usually thick with the scent of pine and damp earth this time of year, now hung heavy with something else – a palpable stillness, a collective breath held, expectant and grim. News travelled fast in a village ...

The wind through the cracks of the cottage walls was an older, colder companion than the ghost of her husband. Clara, young widow of barely twenty-two, shivered, pulling the threadbare shawl tighter around her shoulders. Her daughter, Lyra, a wisp of five years, slept fitfully on their straw pallet,...

Miss Agatha Pimm was not merely Oakhaven’s librarian; she was its conscience, its moral compass, and, to many, its most enduring, if a touch tiresome, fixture. Gaunt and thin, with hair the exact shade of unbleached parchment pulled into a severe bun, she moved through the world with the rustle of t...

The clang of iron echoed in the small, packed square as the smith, a grim satisfaction on his face, clicked the heavy locks into place. Else, forty years old, a woman whose sharp tongue had been the bane of her husband, Jakob, and the terror of many a market stall, felt the world shrink to a cold, s...

The whisper started in Reverend Silas Blackwood’s church, a sour, righteous fume that clung to the starched collars of the women and the stiff brims of the men. It was the whisper of sin, of impropriety, of unnaturalness in their God-fearing town of Salvation’s Rest. And its target, as it so often w...