Black and white photo of a railroad track crossing a wooden bridge in a forested area, with overlaid text reading 'Eli Johnson Batts' and smaller text saying 'The devil isn't the only one hiding in the details.'

One Reconstructed Ledger.
Engineered Tragedies.
No Clean Moral Accounting.

A visceral work of Southern Noir that blurs the terrifying line between historical record and psychological manipulation.

Batts is an uncompromising text from the margins of turn-of-the-century America, detailing the quiet destruction of those who believe themselves unseen. It challenges the reader to decide if they are holding a factual historical account, a manual disguised as memory, or a chillingly constructed fiction.

Black and white photograph of a railroad track extending into foggy woods with tall trees in the background, overlaid with a quote about underground vaults, clandestine meetings, and curiosity.