Rustbelt Gothic

Coppercreek is barely a century old—a child, as far as towns go, born in an age of steel and steam. It wasn't founded by Puritans; it never had a witch hunt; and no one had ever been hanged within the city limits. And yet, there is something wrong in Coppercreek. It's in the air. It has seeped into the ground. It haunts the trees. The locals call it Silver Jenny, and it is stealing the faces of th...