Hexe

The smoke in Salem doesn't rise. It lingers. It listens. Ash carries a brand she didn't choose, carved into her skin by a town that rewrites its own sins. Each night, she joins the rope-circle boys-six outcasts with their own rituals, their own scars, their own reasons for sitting close to the fire. They don't speak of survival. They perform it. But Salem is shifting. The trials are no longer metaphor. The stage is built from rot. And the ledger that records their names seems to breathe. To...