Before the First Page
The Roots of Wicker Hill
Long before Abigail Alden ever came home, Wicker Hill was old — and already claimed. Its true history belongs to the town and to the faith kept in its dark places: the founding no record admits to, the things that drowned beneath it, and the Cult of Syraqneth that has tended the hill for generations. This is where that history will be kept.
The Place Itself
The Town That Remembers
Wicker Hill is a decaying New England coastal enclave, perpetually shrouded in rain and fog — a place so heavy with dread and isolation that it becomes a character in its own right. Beneath its streets and its silences, something old has been paying attention for a very long time.
The Faith Beneath the Hill
The Cult of Syraqneth
For as long as the town has stood, a quiet devotion has run beneath it — keepers of the old rites who answer the dreams of the Writhing Obelisk and pay its price in sacrifice. Their founding, their hierarchy, and what they are truly building toward is the deepest history of Wicker Hill.