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Grief changes a town.

In Coffinwood, it changes the world around it.

After her father's overdose, Magic drifts through the rural edges of Coffinwood like a ghost wearing her own skin-half-feral, half-numb, aching for something to break the silence inside her. The fields feel wrong. The sky feels too close. Shadows move even when the wind is still.

And Magic can't tell if it's the grief...

or the town itself beginning to unravel.

Most nights she clings to her small circle of friends, all of them searching for distraction in bonfires, fistfights, and the endless prairie dark. It's never enough. Not for the kind of grief that hums under the skin.

Then comes White Light-a strange drug whispered to "open doors."

Magic takes it to feel something, not knowing it will sharpen her senses into something almost supernatural. Static in her ears. Nausea like a warning. Birds flying too fast. Lights flickering at the corner of her vision. Coffinwood shifting, bending, breathing.

Some people think she's spiraling.

Others think she's sensitive.

One man-quiet, magnetic, unsettling-thinks she's waking up.

Troy's tenderness is dangerous in its own way. Theo's devotion burns too hot. Both boys seem drawn to her for reasons they won't explain, and neither of them feels like coincidence. Not in Coffinwood. Not when Magic can sense something watching from the tree line.

As the town grows stranger-emptier, quieter, wronger-Magic begins to suspect that grief isn't the only thing hollowing her out. Something is pulling her toward Shadow Lake, toward buried memories, toward the places she's tried hardest to forget.

Something that wants her.

Something that may have always wanted her.

And the closer she gets to the truth, the more Magic realizes her father's death wasn't the beginning of her unraveling-it was the catalyst for a transformation Coffinwood has been waiting for.

But does she want to save herself...

or finally surrender to whatever is calling her across the veil?

In a town where the dead never fully leave, falling apart might be the only way through.