Sitting on the porch of a decaying house, an old brown mug sat, the top chipped, a warm breeze brushing against sun-heated ceramic. "There is nothing more potent than a cup of tea," Old Ma'am once told her. Twenty-year-old Lyric Mason lifted the mug, her sad eyes drawn to its flaw. She'd come home to say goodbye to her grandmother and to take over an eerie family legacy that would forever burden her. She hadn't count on twenty-five-year-old Grayson...