In the shadowed corners of Braddock, Alberta, where the wind howls through narrow streets lined with crumbling brick facades and the air carries the faint metallic tang of the South Saskatchewan River, secrets fester like untreated wounds. A city of 212, 000 souls, bustling yet isolated under vast prairie skies, hides its darkness well. Here, art and agony intertwine in ways no one suspects, until the pieces start to peel away.
What begins as a mark of ink on skin spirals into something far more permanent, a collection that defies the grave. Tristan Brachenloch is tormented by the demon Zhaar, who calls Tristan, his "Hand." Meanwhile Detective Cora Foxx can't shake the presence in her own mind or her instincts. Welcome to Book 2 of the series. let's dig in.
In the shadowed corners of Braddock, Alberta, where the wind howls through narrow streets lined with crumbling brick facades and the air carries the faint metallic tang of the South Saskatchewan River, secrets fester like untreated wounds. A city of 212, 000 souls, bustling yet isolated under vast prairie skies, hides its darkness well. Here, art and agony intertwine in ways no one suspects, until the pieces start to peel away.
What begins as a mark of ink on skin spirals into something far more permanent, a collection that defies the grave. Tristan Brachenloch is tormented by the demon Zhaar, who calls Tristan, his "Hand." Meanwhile Detective Cora Foxx can't shake the presence in her own mind or her instincts. Welcome to Book 2 of the series. let's dig in.