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Twelve-year old Caleb Wallace has spent his summer at Autumn Springs, coaxing his papa out of his room when he's grumpy, attempting to gain the affections of a certain nurse, and pulling himself together when his grandpa looks right into him with nothing but a dull stare. Seems the only thing that puts a light in Papa Clem's eyes is a family heirloom - an old folktale involving Robert Johnson's harmonica down in Arkansas. Caleb is happy to listen; two things Papa Clem can still do well are tell a story and play the blues.

I’m not like those other freaks. The kids who can look inside your head and bring your nightmares to life. The weirdos who can steal your luck or make a thing true just by wishing it. The outliers born from the mess that followed Armageddon. The ones you call Moonflowers, half mockingly and half afraid. They’re the mistakes that humanity hates - and needs. I’m not like them. I’m worse. And I’m the only thing standing between you and the legions of heaven and hell. (Petal - The Armageddon-Lite Archives)

Stag Maguire, a burnt-out journalist , agrees to help a friend move. They find an urgent message - HELP ME - written on a piece of silk tacked behind a long-forgotten portrait. The message from an address in Berlin is urgent, though it had to have been written pre-World War II. Curious, Stag and his friend trace it to an apartment, a sealed time capsule that has not been lived in since 1942. And from one phone call, the men unleash a nefarious plot and brutal security forces long thought vanquished. Stag finds himself pitted against a vestige of the Third Reich....