1872

I write today to you Mr. Lawson, for a very particular reason. One of the properties my husband recently acquired seems to have come to us filled with mystery. I will not keep you too long with this, so I will make this brief. Enclosed, I have sent numerous letters Jensen and myself have found in increasingly odd places, not limited to: Under a floorboard, behind two broken mirrors (only enou...

The clouds that circled where the ravens flew were as dark as onyx. The clouds showered a rain that would chill even the toughest mountain climbers to their cores. They would shake and beg to return inside to warm by their fires. But the winds that howled in harmony with the wolves, would not be so merciful. The winds would claim small, harmless pebbles.. and turn them into the stones that slew Go...