Brock Eastman

Shadows pool around a city stitched from memory and magic, where the hand that seals a door may also loosen a fate. Howl must carry a burden not entirely his own, chasing a rumor through rain-soaked streets, across lantern-lit courtyards, into the cave where old bargains sleep. The path toward dawn is paved with whispers, betrayals, and a choice that could fracture a fragile alliance—or save a friend who wears the same name as his own silence.