Dexter Davies

In Shale's End, the mines don't sleep. Sam Teller hears it first-a hum that bends metal, twists flesh, and steals voices. When Cal Dorn's blood wakes the gears below, the town warps. Machines rise, mimicking the living. Towers glow red. Darkness seeps up, claiming Pete, then Cal, then Sam's own echo. One man taps a crowbar against the end-his scars burn, his past feeds it. The founders built more than a town.
They buried a hunger. And it's calling Sam home.