All manner of unknown haunt the liminal spaces of the New England-esque town of Darlington and nearby Sullivan Forest. Strange apples keep appearing on gravesites and doorsteps. Ringing bells are heard before an unfamiliar man or dog appears in the distant fields. There's a locked door with nothing behind it hopping around the stone ruins the settlers left.
Most human residents try their best to avoid catching the attention of their odd neighbors, but they know it's a matter of time before the black dog picks another soul to bring into the widderwood.

What is the widderwood?

It is a place the neighbors live. It is what is behind the veil, a liminal space that holds no rules, the uncomfortable edge between town and forest. 

Who are they?

Waite Bailey is a short, bookish man born into the family of a prosperous tea & coffee trade company. With his gentle yet passionate demeanor, strange mannerisms, and never-ending curiosity of the fae, he was never bound to fit in with his highly class-concerned blood. After a series of frightening paranormal encounters and a firey "accident", he is swept into the afterlife by the hands of the unknown and finds something much sweeter than expected.

Degaré Lavoie Gagnon is an agent of the end- a black shuck- and fate has picked Waite to be his next ghostly protégé. He is the one behind multiple local legends on the breath of Darlingtonites, a shrouded figure to be avoided when spotted at the forest edges paying visit to the lost or forgotten. Mysterious, odd, and a complicated mess, his portrayal of a distant monster is betrayed by his heartfelt actions.

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