A TECTONIC GOTHIC NOVELLA
Where horror is not a monster, but a flaw in reality's code.
In Redmere, the fog doesn't hide monsters. It rewrites them.
Liam's life in the mist-shrouded town was one of quiet monotony. Then the atmosphere itself turned against him. The creeping fog doesn't just swallow the landscape-it erases memory. He wakes with unexplained bruises and the chilling certainty that the air itself is watching.
Dismissed by authorities and gaslit by a community that worships the mist as a sacred law, Liam can trust no one. Not even his own mind. His desperate search leads to a forgotten archive of redacted history, revealing Redmere's structural truth: the town isn't haunted. It is the haunting.
Trapped in a suffocating cycle of dread, Liam must unravel a conspiracy woven into the very geography of the valley. But the deeper he goes, the clearer the horror becomes. The cult's altar was just a focal point. The real curse is systemic, and it is now activating within him-a transformation of perception and flesh he cannot outrun.
A TECTONIC GOTHIC NOVELLA where the environment isn't a setting, but a sentient, gaslighting antagonist.