The Inheritors Of Iron And Ash And The Unmarked Graves Of Blackwood Estate

Excavation

I walked through the morning mist toward the rose garden. Each step felt weighted with dread. Kira stood beside James, her hackles raised, a low growl rumbling in her chest.

The disturbed earth was obvious—darker soil among the dormant roses. James had been turning the soil for winter when his shovel hit something wrapped in thick black plastic.continue reading …