LAZARUS HALE
The town by the lake had learned to forget the outside world. Roads narrowed into dirt, signals died under the canopy of towering trees, and time moved at the pace of the water lapping against the shore. When Lazarus returned after three decades away, it wasn’t nostalgia that greeted him—but silence, watching eyes, and a sense that something here had been buried and left to rot. The lake looked peaceful. That, he would learn, was the lie.
About LAZARUS HALE
The town by the lake had learned to forget the outside world. Roads narrowed into dirt, signals died under the canopy of towering trees, and time moved at the pace of the water lapping against the shore. When Lazarus returned after three decades away, it wasn’t nostalgia that greeted him—but silence, watching eyes, and a sense that something her...Read more