THE VALLEY OF DRY BONES
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Last published Wed, Nov 19, 2025
NEIL LEE HALE CANNOT TOUCH ANYONE.
Seven years after a stint in a psychiatric facility, Neil-former crime scene consultant, infamous for his unconventional talents-lives on the knife-edge of existence. Of society, of understanding, of sanity. There, his talents-a series of strange, suppressed psychic abilities-are silent, muffled, distant.
But then the murders begin. Ritualistic. Brutal.
An old friend's voice beckons him back to Ashford, Vermont, to a college plagued by death and secrecy, and a fragmented darkness Neil can glimpse with his mind-flashes of blood, sacrifice, hidden truths thrumming underneath the surface. In this twisted labyrinthine, Neil finds himself caught in a dangerous cat-and-mouse game with a mind as broken as his own. As the bodies pile up and his strange visions begin, Neil finds himself caught between predator and prey, villain and innocent, and will stop at nothing to discover the rot underneath the surface, even at the cost of his own sanity.
(OR;
in which one man's obsession leads him like a lamb is led to slaughter.)
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