Part 1 - Uncle Shom

He looked older than time itself. His skin was the texture of crumpled paper, stretched tight over sharp cheekbones. His hair was a wild shock of white. But his eyes—his eyes were the same. One was a piercing, electric blue. The other was clouded over, milky white, constantly darting around the room as if tracking something invisible.

Part 1 of Uncle Shom is not a story with a clean ending. It is a beginning—the opening of a door that can never be fully closed. In Part 2, we will explore the letters he left behind in the attic crawlspace, the true origin of the watchmen, and the reason why Uncle Shom believed that I, and only I, could finish what he started. Uncle Shom Part 1