With a roar of machinery, the lighthouse lantern flared to a blinding white, and Autumn realized the deadline wasn't for his next victim. It was for the island itself. The countdown had hit zero, and the shadows were finally coming home.
As she raced up the winding path, the beam of the lighthouse cut through the fog like a jagged blade. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of machine oil and old parchment. She found him there, standing amidst a sea of ticking gears. He wasn't a monster from her nightmares; he was a man who had lost everything to the island's cold indifference. Download Shadow's Deadline (Shadow Islan Mary Stone epub
The killer wasn't just playing a game; he was working on a schedule. Every forty-eight hours, a new body appeared, meticulously posed, with a small, rusted clock pinned to their chest—always set to midnight. With a roar of machinery, the lighthouse lantern