When Reece Ragsland received a mysterious letter from a distant relative regarding an enormous inheritance, her bullshit detector sent off alarm bells. The letter's author Bellau Dawtry, her supposed great-uncle, twice removed, claimed he had only two months to live and that before he died, he wanted to meet her branch of the family and determine who would receive his fortune. He requested that she and her family members make the trek to his secluded mansion in Upstate New York to attend a dinner in their collective honor. Complete and utter bullshit, right?

Only a second after setting down this Nigerian-prince-esque letter, Reece received a call from her great-uncle Terrance, whom she hadn't heard from in a decade, inquiring about whether or not she'd be in attendance. Had her great-uncle, a high-powered New York businessman with a seemingly good head on his shoulders, lost his mind? To her surprise, her family members were buying Mr. Dawtry's claim and were already planning their trip up to his home.

Against her better judgment, Reece followed her family's lead and embarked on a journey to Featherville, New York, population four hundred and forty-nine. When they walked up to the sprawling manor surrounded by a cozy cocoon of grey fog, she was half-expecting their host to be a pale, hunched over weirdo, but she was proven wrong when a tall, elegantly dressed man with a movie-star smile strolled out to greet them, a dark brown pipe smoldering in the corner of his mouth.

This kicked off a strange journey of sins, mysterious deaths, hard truths, and personal growth that no one could have predicted, all layered against the moody backdrop of an Autumn in New England. As Mr. Dawtry put, "There’s no use in resisting who you truly are. I’d say the worst thing for your health is trying to deny yourself of your true desires."