PREVIEW
... was not a leisurely Sunday drive. It was a descent into a nightmare, punctuated by moments of extreme violence and questionable parenting advice.
The Blackwood Forest lived up to its name. The trees were ancient, their bark as black as coal, twisting into shapes that looked uncomfortably like screaming faces. The canopy was so thick it blotted out the sun, plunging the road into an eternal twilight.
"This place has bad feng shui," Primrose muttered, clutching her seat as the car ...
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