A custom mystery,
built for the spot
you're standing in.

The fog rising from Lake Taneycomo is not just water and cold air. It is a thick, heavy veil that smells of wet earth and old secrets. For seventy years, the town of Forsyth has stood on this ridge, but the original town lies beneath the deep green water of the lake. I am Elias Garrity, and like my father before me, I have watched the water. Tonight, the Ghost-Tide is rising, a dark magical force that threatens to pull the new town down into the depths. The ancient wards are failing because the Silver Scepter, a relic crafted from Ozark lead and moon-metal, has been stolen from its hidden vault.

My father, Silas, was the last true Gate-Keeper. He disappeared during a freak storm forty years ago, leaving behind nothing but a series of frantic notes about a 'Shadow on the Lake' that could not be contained. I can feel the cold iron in my pocket hum as the water creeps closer to the shore. The balance between our world and the spirit-realm is breaking. If the Scepter is not returned to the final sanctuary by dawn, the spirits of the sunken valley will claim everything we have built. I fear the thief is not a man at all, but a creature born from the mud of the White River.

I have spent my life preparing for a threat I hoped would never come. Two mysteries haunt my every step: where did my father go that night, and who among us has betrayed the ancient oath? I feel a weight in the air, a pressure on my chest that tells me the clock is ticking. The light from the town lamps looks dim and sickly, as if the darkness is already swallowing them. There is no time left for doubt. I must follow the trail of leaking magic before the sun sets on Forsyth for the last time.