When burned-out archivist Colin Drake accepts a quiet assignment cataloging inmate letters at the abandoned Willowmere Prison, he thinks he’s found a reprieve from the chaos of the world outside. But buried beneath the dust and decay lies something waiting to be remembered—and something that remembers him.

Inside a rusted tin box, Colin finds a collection of inmate letters—desperate, angry, unfinished. As he transcribes the names onto clean paper, he thinks he’s simply preserving history.

Until those names start to die.

One by one, the people Colin writes down suffer horrific ends—burned, drowned, broken in ways that seem too precise to be accidental. At first, he’s horrified. Then he starts adding names of his own.

Old grudges. Small betrayals. The ones who humiliated him. The ones who forgot him.

But something inside the box is growing. Learning. And it no longer needs Colin’s permission to write the next name.

Now, with bodies piling up and a former friend closing in, Colin must confront the truth: he isn’t writing letters to the dead. He’s writing for them.

And they’re not done yet.

Fans of Stephen King, Paul Tremblay, and T. Kingfisher will devour Wrath—a slow-burning, psychological horror story about vengeance that outlives death, memory that refuses to stay buried, and the terrifying cost of finally being heard.

Some names are better left forgotten.