The Salt Cathedral

Nineteen years ago, eleven people walked into a cornfield behind Hollowbrook and only ten walked out. Garret Fenner has spent every year since burying that arithmetic , until a letter arrives from a grandmother who died when he was six, postmarked from a town he swore he would never see again. He drives Highway 17 at dusk, past farmhouses with plywood the color of dried blood, and finds Hollowbrook exactly as he left it: a place the rest of the world has quietly forgotten. The Harshaw sisters are waiting. Calliope, who never stopped hearing the humming in the field. Maren, who married the wrong man to escape it. Suki, who was born the night the cathedral opened. Beside them stands Abel Thorne, son of the itinerant preacher who built the first altar from road salt and scripture, and Owen Pyle, the sheriff who has been guarding the road ever since. Denna and Rune Voss have come home too, summoned by a summons none of them can refuse. Only Imogen Calloway knows what waits beneath the pale stalks , and what it will cost to seal it a second time. As the wind turns briny and the field begins to glow from within, each of them must choose: confess the part they played, or watch Hollowbrook become the congregation it was always meant to be.