The summer of 1851 arrived heavy and breathless over the fields of Edgefield, and on one suffocating night, a child was born in chains… yet with eyes that seemed to belong to no master.His name was Moses Grant.He did not cry when he entered the world. The midwife, who had delivered more babies than she could count, would later whisper that the boy opened his eyes too quickly — and stared at his mother as if he had been here before.By the age of three, Moses began speaking to people no one else could see.He called for Clara — his grandmother, dead years before his birth. He described the scar along her wrist. He hummed lullabies no one had dared to sing since she was buried. His mother felt the air leave her lungs. In a place where belief itself could be punished, a gift like this was not a blessing. It was a sentence.For six years, Moses learned silence.Until the night of August 17.Jonas Caldwell — the plantation’s most feared overseer — was found dead inside his cabin. No struggle. No wound. No blood. Only a face frozen in terror so absolute it unsettled even the men who had once feared him.The next morning, beneath the endless white of cotton, Moses made a mistake.He said a man had walked through the wall at midnight. A man missing two fingers. A man beaten to death behind the tobacco shed eight years earlier. Moses said the visitor had come so Caldwell could… remember.When he spoke the name “Henry,” the elders in the field stopped picking.They knew.By sundown, the rumor had reached the plantation owner. Everyone expected punishment — a whipping, a sale, a disappearance.Instead, the master sent for the boy.He summoned Moses to the big house, where velvet curtains swallowed secrets and candlelight softened cruelty.And when the door closed behind the eleven-year-old child… something shifted.What no one understood then was that this would not end in fear.It would begin a business.A business built on the dead.And the spirits Moses carried were not drifting aimlessly through the dark.They were waiting.And the first truth they intended to uncover would tear open something far older than the plantation itself…