The Rows Never Ended

Some fields grow crops.
Some grow flowers.
And some—grow quiet.

When Nevaeh’s family returns to hay an overgrown field they’d long left untouched, it seems like just another summer chore. But the rows don’t line up right. The wind smells wrong. And something ancient is breathing just beneath the grass.

As the rows shift behind her, Nevaeh finds herself trapped in a maze that remembers. A name buried. A blade lost. And a creature made of rust, bone, and harvest.

Some fields forget.
But this one doesn’t.