Book I of IV
The one who sees
She was never supposed to cross that threshold.
"I see things that aren't there. Or maybe they've always been there, and everyone else is blind."
Who they are
Some people are born sensitive to the world beyond the veil. She didn't ask for the gift. She didn't want it. But when the dead started whispering her name, ignoring them stopped being an option.
Mist. Old wood. The feeling of being watched from a room you know is empty.
Be the first to know when the veil lifts.