The World

Mercy Ridge does not breathe. It waits.

Weathered timber, lantern light, cold moon shadows, and a town built around secrets no one wants unearthed.

A view across the cursed frontier town of Mercy Ridge
Mercy Ridge. Every road leads back to what was buried.

Places

Where the story lingers.

The main street of Mercy Ridge lined with weathered buildings

Main Street

Mercy Ridge Main Street

Lanterns still burn here, though no one wants to remember who lit them.

The church and cemetery of Mercy Ridge

Church

Church & Cemetery

Fresh graves, a broken bell, and questions even a preacher will not ask aloud.

The saloon in Mercy Ridge

Saloon

The Saloon

A place for rumors, false confessions, and glances held too long in the mirror.

The marshal's office and jail in Mercy Ridge

Jail

Marshal Office & Jail

Here, the law still sounds like timber, iron, and names no one wanted to clear.