MERCY’S END

The hotel at the edge of the desert has no right to exist. Neither do the people inside it. Mercy runs Mercy’s End alone — ex-gunslinger, reluctant sorceress, twenty-three years into a job nobody else would take. A town burned. Something ancient got sealed beneath the land. Mercy stayed to make sure it didn’t get out. She’s still there. One night, eight strangers arrive. The road in closes behind them. None of them came by accident. A gambler who hasn’t lost in twenty-three years — and knows exactly what that cost him. A conductor on a train that doesn’t run on any schedule you’d recognise. A fortune-teller who has sat at this exact table before. A marshal with a fire on his conscience. A baroness who keeps her dead close and calls it love. An inventor who cracked open something he should have left alone. A shapeshifter older than the desert itself.