Other Worlds Than These

He died yesterday. Or twenty-three years ago. The town can't agree.

Rain has been falling on Vesper Hollow for three days when workmen break through the floor of an abandoned chapel and find a hidden staircase. At the bottom sits a dead man with damp clothes, unmarked skin, and a silver talisman clenched in his fist.

Seven symbols circle its black center.

Hours later, investigator Caelum Rhyse gets a photograph from a number that does not exist. It shows the dead man's hand, and the talisman, and a tiny crescent-shaped dent Caelum made himself when he was ten. It belonged to his sister Isolde, who vanished twenty-three years ago with six other people and one last smile. "Don't wait up," she told him.

Now the town is lying, the sheriff knows more than he admits, and every answer Caelum finds opens a worse question. Seven people disappeared. Seven names are on record. But somebody keeps whispering that the number was never right.

Some of the lost come back. Some of the ones who come back are wrong. And a street that should not exist is waking up again.

Other Worlds Than These is a slow-burn supernatural mystery for readers who love haunted small towns, buried family secrets, and puzzles that tighten with every chapter. It has an investigator with a wound that never healed, a morgue where the dead refuse to stay quiet, and a clock that is already ticking.

Because in Vesper Hollow, the dead keep their secrets.

But not forever.

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