Remi’s Manuscripts

The old mansion at the end of Ashwood Lane was the kind of place children dared each other to approach but never entered. Its monstrous façade—its cracked windows, peeling paint, and ivy-strangled walls—seemed to exhale mystery with every passing breeze. To Eliza Grant, however, it was more than a decaying house. It was the key to a long-forgotten clue. Eliza had no business being there, but curiosity had been the compass of her life ever since her father’s disappearance a decade ago. While others had chalked it up to a cold case unsolvable, she couldn’t let go of a single detail he had left behind: an old letter tucked in the spine of a hollowed-out journal. The words, scribbled in haste, were simple yet maddening:  “Follow the crescent clock. Tick, tick, tock—find me before it stops.” For years, she had thought it nonsense. A riddle crafted by a tired man whose mind had crumbled under stress. But when she overheard a snippet of gossip about how the Crescent family mansion had bee...