The Soul-Trade Mystery
The fog in the Appalachian Mountains does not just obscure the view; it hides the truth. In the village of Oakhaven, the fog is a living thing, a cold, grey breath that clings to the pine needles and seeps into the floorboards of the old cabins. I am Gideon, and I am the man people come to when the world refuses to give them what they need. I do not deal in money, and I do not deal in prayers....
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