The Son Buried in Concrete
Language: en
Three years ago, when the fire swallowed the house, I broke my own bones shoving my parents, my brother, and my sister through the second-story window. When I opened my eyes, I was trapped inside the hollow concrete belly of an abandoned high-rise. I had no idea how many seasons had drifted past until a young occultist kicked through the rotting drywall, wooden blade raised, slamming a spirit-binding seal flush against my forehead. "Vengeful shade," he chanted, his voice trembling with rehearsed righteous fury. "You’ve haunted the Langston family with misfortune since the day you died.…