This is one of the delightfully dark gothic tales that's hard to describe, but so comfortable to settle into. Beautifully written, the story of Starling house falls a dark and twisting path and not even the ancestors know the whole tale. Opal keeps dreaming of the house and finding herself drawn to it. She doesn't know why, she's just a low class girl leaving in a motel with her younger brother just trying to get by. One day while walking to work at the Tractor Supply she stops in front of the gates and they open to her touch. Are the stories true? Opal is about to find out what madness lies behind the ivy.
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