Have You Ever Seen the Dead Wake on the Seventh Night?

The dirt under Alex Thorne’s fingernails was still wet from the exhumation, but the casket hadn't contained a sister—only a thriving, pulsating knot of emerald vines. In the shadow of the Brant Point Chapel, the "miracle" of Siasconset Hollow finally unraveled in a spray of dark sap and the visceral stench of decay. Uncle Duncan’s promises of longevity weren't medicine; they were a death sentence woven into the nervous systems of the desperate. As the village elders closed in, their eyes glassy with the addiction of the Elderroot Tonic, Alex realized the terrifying cost of their immortality. The Corpsevine was no longer just a secret kept in the soil—it was waking up, and it was still hungry for the Thorne bloodline.