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Find out exactly what her grandfather was trying to hide from the rest of the town.

The rain didn't just fall in Oakhaven; it claimed the town. Catelynn sat on the edge of her bed, watching the droplets race down the glass like they were late for something important. In her hand, she gripped a heavy brass key—one she’d found tucked inside the lining of her grandfather’s old leather satchel. It didn't belong to any door in her house. It didn't belong to the gate at the cemetery.

Catelynn didn't believe in ghost stories, but she did believe in her grandfather. And his last note to her had been simple: “The truth is heavy, Cat. You’ll need the key to lighten the load.”