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When Evelyn Hart, a reclusive novelist haunted by her sister’s unsolved disappearance a decade earlier, returns to her fog-drenched coastal hometown of Blackthorn Cove, she seeks solace—not answers. But the past refuses to stay buried. As Evelyn reconnects with her estranged childhood sweetheart, **Liam Kane** (now a brooding detective with secrets of his own), she uncovers cryptic journal entries hidden in her family’s abandoned lighthouse. The pages hint at a clandestine society of women who once ruled the town… and a curse tied to every Hart woman since the 1800s.

Whispers in the Mist (Evelyn Hart)

The lighthouse groaned under the storm's fury, its walls shuddering as waves clawed the cliffs below. Evelyn huddled by the hearth, the journal open to her sister's final entry:

They're coming. Don't trust Liam. Don't trust the—

The rest was scribbled out, but a phone number was hidden in the margin—Marseille area code.

Evelyn fumbled for her flashlight. Its beam caught a figure in the doorway, hooded and silent.

The figure raised a knife, its edge glinting.

She bolted upstairs, the journal clutched to her chest. The attic door slammed behind her. Outside the window, lightning split the sky, illuminating the cliffs—and Ronan, standing motionless in the rain, watching.

The door splintered. Evelyn shoved a dresser against it and climbed out the window, clinging to the lighthouse's slick rails. Below, waves churned like teeth.

The hooded figure emerged onto the balcony, knife in hand. A flash of lightning revealed the cufflink: needle and moon.

"You're quicker than your sister," he said.

The Storm