The Currents Beneath
The salt air bit sharp against Mia’s cheeks as she pulled her jacket tighter, the hem flapping like a wounded bird. The dock creaked beneath her boots, a sound so familiar it felt like a heartbeat. She’d spent every summer…
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The Forgotten Vault
Maya’s fingers brushed against the brittle edge of the journal as she pulled it from the attic box, its leather cover cracked like old skin. The air reeked of dust and mildew, but beneath that, something sharper—a metallic tang she…
The Saltwater Code
Mara’s boots sank into the wet sand as she trudged past the rusted gates of the abandoned pier. The air reeked of brine and decay, a scent that clung to her like a second skin. She hadn’t meant to come…
The Hollow Beneath
The first time Lila heard the voice, she was knee-deep in the tide, her toes curling against the cold grip of the ocean. The water clawed at her legs, a relentless rhythm that matched the pulse in her ears. She’d…
The Hollowed City
The air in Blackmoor tasted like rust and old secrets. Lila pressed her palm against the cold iron gate, feeling the tremor of the clock tower’s chime vibrate through her bones. It was midnight, and the town had gone quiet—too…
The Last Light of Summer
The air tasted like ozone and pine when Lila found the first body. She’d been following the trail for hours, her boots crunching through brittle leaves as the sun dipped low over the jagged peaks. The forest had always felt…
The Hollowed Heart
Mara’s boots crunched over frost-bitten gravel as she approached the iron gates of Blackvale Orphanage, the morning air sharp with the scent of pine and decay. The structure loomed ahead, its gothic spires clawing at a bruised sky, windows like…
The Hollow Veil
The first time Lira saw the cracks, she thought they were shadows. But when the wind howled through the trees and the sky split open like a wound, she knew something was wrong. The air tasted of iron, and the…
The Hollowing
The air tasted like iron by the time Mara reached the edge of the woods. She paused, her boots crunching over frost-bitten leaves, and glanced back at the town behind her—its crooked rooftops glowing faintly in the predawn dark. The…
The Hidden Canvas
The salt air clung to Lila’s skin as she dragged her suitcase across the dock, its wheels screeching against the weathered wood. The town of Marrow’s End stretched before her—weathered shingles, fog-draped piers, and a lighthouse that loomed like a…
The Hollow Veil
Mira found the journal in her father’s study, buried beneath a pile of yellowed newspapers. The leather cover was cracked, its spine warped by time, but the brass clasp still held. She pried it open, fingers brushing dust from the…
The Silent Current
Mara’s boots sank into the mud as she pushed through the thicket, the air thick with the tang of pine resin and damp earth. The note had been folded twice, its edges frayed, tucked beneath a rock at the edge…
The Last Lightkeeper
Mara’s boots crunched over gravel as she approached the lighthouse, its white tower looming like a sentinel against the storm-churned sky. The wind howled through the cracks in the stone wall, carrying the briny tang of salt and something older—something…
The Silent Accord
The salt air clung to Mara’s skin as she stepped off the rusted ferry, her boots crunching over gravel. The lighthouse loomed ahead, its white paint peeling like old skin. She hadn’t set foot in Marrow’s End since her mother’s…
The Hollowing
Maya’s boots crunched over gravel as she stepped into the town square, the air thick with the scent of salt and decay. The harbor lay still, its surface a mirror to the bruised sky, and the wind carried the distant…