In Eldermist, a city of swirling fog and flickering gaslight, where arcane runes and clanking steam engines hum with equal menace, Detective Evelyn Blackwood takes on a case that could crack its very foundations. Alaric Thornwood—renowned alchemist, maker of wonders, and keeper of dangerous secrets—lies dead in his workshop, slumped over shattered glass and scattered parchments. A locked locket pulsing with eerie midnight light. A trace of Sablebane, poison for the desperate or the cruel. A forbidden sigil carved deep into stone—whispering of magics outlawed since the Cataclysm War. Evelyn doesn’t believe in coincidences, and neither does the city. An ambitious apprentice, a reclusive sorceress, and a grieving automaton cross her path, each shadowed by secrets that refuse to stay buried. But this is no ordinary murder. The closer Evelyn gets to unraveling the threads, the more she feels the pull of something vast, something ancient—something that might not be satisfied with one life stolen in the dark. Evelyn’s sharp mind has always been her shield in a city that can swallow you whole. But when the mist starts whispering, and the locket’s glow begins to beckon, the question isn’t just who killed Alaric Thornwood. It’s what else they might have unleashed. And in a city like Eldermist, sometimes the truth is better left in the fog.