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When Isis and her best friend Nicole take a late-night drive to the remote village of Clenton, they expect peace, stars, and maybe a few spooky legends.
But the villagers' fearful eyes, the strange charms on every gate, and Granny Elle's trembling hands hint at something far darker than superstition.
An ancient festival was left unfinished-its deity unbanished.
Now something moves in the dark, whispering through the fields, waiting for the next offering.
Some rituals bless the living. Others remember the dead.