The Hartwell House has been condemned for eleven years. Plywood over the windows. Chain-link fence. Warning signs that no one reads because no one comes here.

Except the dying.

Alexander Morning is fifty-three. Stage four colon cancer. The doctors stopped talking about treatment weeks ago and started talking about comfort. His son Daniel wants to fly him to Houston for an experimental protocol that would cost everything Daniel has and buy his father maybe four more months of being sick.

Alexander has been researching the Hartwell House. Five people have entered and never come out. No bodies recovered. No evidence of foul play. The only pattern: every one of them was already terminal.

He walks through the front door at sunset and the pain in his abdomen goes quiet for the first time in months.

The house is warm. Clean ...