Greetings. I am the modestly handsome obituary writer of this fetching town of Crestfall, Idaho,

and this is death by dying. Death is exhausting. And so, after a long day of funeral attending,

I had retired to my apartment to get some shut-eye. I loosened my Versace tie and changed

into my Egyptian silk pajamas.

Are you the detective in town? No, I'm the obituary writer. Really? Someone said you solve

murder cases. Murder? I'm Charlotte, by the way. Forgive me, but I haven't gotten past the murder part.

Charlotte, the friend I now have, is staying in the apartment above her Aunt Lillian's bookshop.

She was my aunt. She was all I had growing up. I need to know why she's gone.

Murder is the spice of life. I knew just who I had to see, the angel of death.

We have become friends over the years.

Careful, death is ever present.

Her pet, the button-eyed raven, moaned inconsolably as usual.

Your friends are abandoning you, one by one.

You write about death, OW.

But how much do you know about what it feels like to lose someone?

The Shadow in the Dark Woods is making its way into Crestfall.

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