On a remote farm at the edge of a darkening land, the well has gone dry in a way no drought can explain. Water vanishes from buckets and barrels; rain refuses to nourish. Darius posts a desperate notice for anyone skilled in curses. A mysterious paladin answers sooner than expected. Something is wrong with the land itself. Something that does not want to be seen. The family has days, if even that. Some places cannot be saved. Some pasts cannot stay buried.

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