He was a grandfather looking for the grandchild he had never met. The child was an offspring of a wartime romance, which the son had not lived to see its final fruition.
What he got was a nightmare involving a cult that, like the suit in a deck of cards, always had thirteen members. It preyed on the very young and was led by a character called the Father, who seemed to have been here forever.
Not only did Father have some strange power over the community, he also came with a connection to the strange rose that only came out at night. The rose was scattered throughout the town, especially in the cemetery before trailing up into the mountainside.
It was also a rose seemingly found nowhere else in the world.
The Fathers connection to the child ran through a silver-haired woman who seemed to be the wild card in Fathers deck of life. At times she seemed good while at evil.
Still she seemed to be the only chance for a child connected to the grandfather by the beyond-the-grave love of a father.
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