Sometimes the Mountain watches in silence. Sometimes, it demands judgment.

In the heat of another Appalachian summer, the Mountain is stirring again. Poisoned moonshine is killing miners, a child bride grieves the loss of her baby, and the fragile peace bought in blood is beginning to fray.
Meg Taylor, once a wartime nurse and now the reluctant witch of Biddle Creek, is pulled back into service—not by spells or superstition, but by the sick and dying who have no other hope. But as she seeks the source of the toxic liquor, she finds something far worse: indifference. Indifference from a husband who treats his wife like property. Indifference from the lawmen bought by bribes. Indifference from the mining company that sees its workers as expendable.
Beside her stands Father Thomas Doherty, a man of faith who no longer believes answers can only come from Scripture. Their uneasy alliance deepens as both face the moral cost of inaction. Together, they must navigate shifting loyalties, long-buried trauma, and a Mountain that demands more than comfort—it demands reckoning.
And in the shadows of the ridge, a young girl with a bruised body and a quiet strength begins to find her own path—not as a victim, but as something new.

Rooted in folklore, bound by blood, and shaped by fire, this is a story of healing and hurt, justice and mercy, and the terrible power of silence broken.