Stolen Magic. Rising Truths. Old Demons. Welcome to Copperwood Falls.

The dust had barely settled after my skirmish at Galloway Asylum and there I was looking forward to some downtime, maybe even a promotion. What I got instead was a covert assignment and an urgent warning from on high: Get out of the city. Vanish. Go underground.

So I did. And after a quick, or should I say bad trip down the wrong side of memory lane I found myself holing up in a sleepy rural town on a strictly cloak and dagger mission.
Copperwood Falls. Think rolling forested hills, white picket fences and lush apple pie – with a maggot wriggling under the crust.
A haunted town where the woods whisper at night and demons come calling. A place where the shadows are restless and almost nothing is as it seems.