Somebody planted a For Sale sign at the edge of Charli's trailer park. She burned it, sank it in the Gulf, and buried it in the swamp. Every morning, it's back.

She lives in one of twelve rusted single-wides, arranged in a half-circle on a barrier island off the Texas coast. Nobody ever bothered to put it on a map. Gulf on one side, marsh on the other.

It is the only home Charli Waters has ever had, and every family in it has two weeks to get out.

Her father drank himself somewhere and never came home. Her mother died when Charli was a baby, and everything Charli knows about her fits in a locket—except for the part nobody in the Horseshoe will say out loud.

Her mother was a witch.

Now Charli is seventeen. She delivers groceries for the richest woman in Wink, and when she speaks out of turn, that woman tells her exactly what she is.

Nothing. And no one.

The neighbors are already packing. The sign is cold to the touch in a hundred-degree summer. And things have started happening to Charli that she can't explain—ghosts drifting through the trailer park in broad daylight where nobody else can see them, and twice this week she's woken on the beach a mile from her bed, with no footprints in the sand.

Then a man walks into the shop who doesn't sweat, doesn't age, and carries a shotgun in a pocket far too small to hold it. He was born nineteen hundred years before she was. He tells her she's becoming an immortal—the last of something the world burned out of existence four centuries ago, and the thing that did the burning is still looking.

The woman who signs Charli's paycheck has spent seventeen years behind that counter searching for a book stolen out of heaven, so that she might gain the sort of power Charli was born with.

And she has always known exactly who Charli's mother was.

Southern folk magic, hard poverty, and a girl nobody ever looked at twice.

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