๐ฐ lincoln broadsheetโs house interior
-> Lincoln lives beneath an old bookstore in Deadtree. His days are spent writing, spying through his telescope, and caring for his cat, Sally. But one night, a figure appeared outside his window โ long dark hair falling over a pale face, eyes locked on him with an unblinking stare. A chill ran down his spine. He knew, deep down, that it could only be Betsy Shelton.











