Murkmire Volume 1

A river town clung to its secrets, and Murkmire carried more than most. Folks pretended the fair lights covered the cracks, but the river kept whispering beneath the noise. On the night the Ferris wheel flickered out, seventeen-year-old Emma Walsh felt the town shift under her feet. A stranger in a drenched coat lingered where no rain had fallen, a brass compass pointed the wrong direction, and the air itself seemed to listen.

Emma and her friends followed those clues into places adults insisted didn't exist-old tunnels carved below the fairgrounds, forgotten chambers thick with damp silence, ledgers hidden behind rusted locks. Every step peeled back another layer of the story Murkmire swore it never told. Payments made to grieving families. Names crossed out. Histories rewritten. And always, the river waiting, patient as something alive.

Their search drew the wrong eyes: a mayor who guarded his past with clenched fists, deputies who appeared wherever shadows pooled, and figures in slick black raincoats who moved like warnings. Someone wanted the truth buried. Someone else wanted it found. Emma stood caught between the two, clutching a compass that refused to point north and a key that answered questions she didn't know to ask.

As the storm over Murkmire finally broke, the friends uncovered a thread connecting disappearances, whispered legends, and Emma's own family. Following it meant diving deeper into the dark-into a place where memory twisted, where people vanished without leaving footprints, where the river held more than reflections.

Murkmire had been quiet for twenty years.

Now it wanted to speak.