Sinister roots run deep in the quiet town of Cordale, buried beneath the farmland of Central Illinois - roots that reach back to a day the town would rather forget.
In 1968, during a frenzied May Day Revival, fifteen-year-old Eleanor Pratchett was drowned in Dolton Creek under the hand of a zealot preacher and the watch of a town consumed. A handful resisted. Most did not.
Decades later, journalist Kenneth Holden arrives, unaware of how deep those roots run. What begins as curiosity soon turns dangerous as old wounds reopen and long-buried truths rise to the surface.
When the storms roll in, so does she. And with each passing day, they come more often.
Eleanor is no longer a memory. The creek has awakened-and it remembers.
As Kenneth searches for answers, he is pulled into something far older than guilt and far more unforgiving than truth.
In Cordale, nothing stays buried and time does not pass cleanly.
It circles. It waits.
And the creek is killing again.
