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When Elara inherits her grandmother's estate on the fog-shrouded coast of Maine, she finds more than heirlooms — she finds the echoes of every soul who ever lived within those walls, and all of them are still watching.
From the outside, Daniel and Claire had everything. But on the evening of their tenth anniversary, Claire opens a single message on his phone — and every lie begins to unravel.
The tourists call it beautiful. The locals never go near it after dark. Thomas discovers why when a late-night walk reveals that some things lost in the water never truly disappear.
Behind every mask at the Count's annual ball hides a secret. When Vivienne is swept onto the floor by a stranger whose touch she already recognizes, one stolen night threatens to change everything.
They had been inseparable since childhood. So when Maya discovers that her best friend has been quietly dismantling her life from the inside — the wound cuts deeper than any stranger ever could.
Every antique mirror in Professor Hardin's collection shows something different — not the room behind you, but the moment you most regret. The professor hasn't dared look in a mirror for thirty years.
Dr. Voss has kept meticulous notes on every patient for twenty years. When her newest client begins describing dreams that match her own private nightmares, she starts to wonder which one of them is truly being studied.
He was everything she ever wanted — attentive, generous, obsessed with every word she said. It took Nadia six months to understand that obsession and love are not the same thing, and by then, leaving felt impossible.
Buried beneath a decommissioned railway station, the brass automaton still ticks. Three questions — that is all it grants. No one has returned for the fourth question in one hundred and twelve years. Until tonight.
Marcus spent twelve years making the firm rich. When they finally offer him the partnership he was promised, the contract has a clause he never expected — written in his own handwriting.
The curator always locked up alone. On the last Friday of every month, someone slipped a key under the back door — and the private collection in the basement was never shown to the public.
Everyone at the office thought Sylvia was clumsy, forgetful, prone to misunderstandings. Her coworker Leon had spent eight months carefully teaching her to believe that too.