In 1947, Professor Walter Farrow traveled to the remote, fog-shrouded coast of New England, drawn by an old whisper of black magic and a curse that lingered beneath the surface of the world. He sought the forgotten village of Oakhaven, submerged decades ago to create a stagnant reservoir-a vast, silent body of water concealing the sins of colonial necromancy. But the water is receding. The ancient First Church, built upon a hill of tainted gallows-tree wood, stands alone, waiting. It is within the church's sealed crypt that Farrow makes his discovery: dozens of life-sized, anatomically perfect marionettes, their jet eyes unnervingly deep, their strings slack, yet somehow expectant. This is not folklore; this is a dark mechanism meticulously crafted by a Puritan Master Puppeteer known only as Thorne.
The puppets are not artifacts. They are vessels, each one carved in the likeness of an Oakhaven resident who died in agony, and each is designed to hold the residue of a soul's final, traumatic thought. It is the perfect, vile engine of Repetitive Damnation. This terrifying journey, based on a chilling, forgotten true story, forces the reader to confront the possibility that the dead do not rest, but are instead sentenced to an eternal, silent performance of their greatest horror. The strings are the conduits, the wood is the prison, and the air of the reservoir is the battery.
When the drought exposes the black, skeletal ruins of the submerged village, the cycle begins anew. The vessels are called home. Farrow finds himself psychically tethered to the consciousness of dozens of the damned, each one marching with grotesque, wooden slowness across the newly revealed mud to re-enact its penance: the eternal drowning, the ceaseless digging, the failed attempt at escape. Their concentrated despair floods Farrow's mind, eroding his sanity, until he realizes the terrifying truth: the curse needed a new operator. By bringing them to the light, he has inherited the strings. He has become the Custodian of their Penance.
His only escape lies in a final, forbidden ritual-a complex act of occult craftsmanship that requires him to carve a thirteenth, Blank Vessel. To transfer the overwhelming, composite malice of the dead village into this new figure, he must sacrifice his own most precious commodity: his agency, his ability to choose, his very will. The horrifying choice is simple: remain tethered to the screaming agony of a hundred trapped souls, or trade his entire self for the church's awful silence. Do not miss the book that will redefine what it means to be trapped.
If the dead require a puppeteer to force their perpetual suffering, are you truly prepared to discover the name of the abyss?
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