The tar that binds the stones. The darkness that swallows the light. If the words are in our hearts, our ears, or our heads—we have no choice but to let them in. The seven of us have forged an uneasy bond of shared hunger: hunger for the power of the Dark that lives beneath the town. Hunger to make use of this shiver in our blood and whisper in our hearts, convinced we’re all capable of more than what the town of Westbrook wants from us. But seven people wanting the same thing—how could we expect it to end any other way?
