The Last Light
Mara’s boots crunched over frozen gravel as she pulled her jacket tighter, the wind slicing through the thin fabric. Jax jogged to catch up, his breath visible in the pale afternoon air. “You sure about this?” he asked, glancing at…
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The Hollowing
The salt air bit Mara’s cheeks as she traced the cracked spine of the journal, its leather cover damp from the fog that clung to the cliffs like a secret. The lighthouse beam swept across the darkening sea, casting jagged…
The Hollow Tide
The salt air stung Lila’s cheeks as she dug her fingers into the rusted railing of the abandoned lighthouse. Waves crashed against the rocks below, their roar a constant companion since the day the town had sealed the lower levels.…
The Silent Code
Mara traced the symbol’s edges with her thumb, the grooves still wet from the storm. The tree had been there for decades, its bark thick and knotted, but the carving—this jagged spiral—was new. She glanced over her shoulder, half-expecting to…
The Hollowing
The salt air tasted like iron as Lira pulled her coat tighter, her boots crunching over gravel that had once been a path. The lighthouse stood like a broken tooth against the storm-heavy sky, its beam flickering weakly through the…
The Hollowing
The first time Lila saw the symbol, it was etched into the bark of an oak behind her grandmother’s house, half-buried in moss and rot. She traced the jagged lines with her thumb, feeling the grooves sink into her skin…
The Hollow Veil
The attic reeked of dust and old secrets. Lena’s boots scuffed the floorboards as she crouched, her fingers brushing the edge of a hidden panel. The air was thick, stagnant, as if the house itself held its breath. She’d found…
The Hollow Heart of Elmhurst
The air in Elmhurst tasted like rust and damp earth. Lila pulled her jacket tighter, her boots crunching over gravel as she followed the narrow path into the woods. The trees here were older than the town itself, their trunks…
The Last Light of Solstice Creek
The salt-kissed air tasted of brine and possibility as Mara traced the chipped edge of the map with her thumb. The paper had survived decades in her grandmother’s attic, its ink faded to sepia, but the lighthouse symbol still burned…
The Hollowing
The first time Maya heard the whisper, she was scrubbing the kitchen floor, her fingers raw from the abrasive cleaner. The sound slithered through the house like a snake in the grass—soft, deliberate, and wrong. She froze, the sponge dangling…
The Saltwater Code
The first time Lila found the key, it was tucked inside a hollow in the old oak behind her grandmother’s cottage. She’d been twelve, chasing fireflies through the dunes, when her boot struck something solid. The metal glinted in the…
The Silent Signal
The wind howled through the skeletal remains of the lighthouse, its hollow corridors swallowing sound like a greedy mouth. Mira tightened her grip on the rusted railing, her boots scuffing the concrete steps as she climbed. The air smelled of…
Tides of the Forgotten
Mara stepped off the bus, her boots crunching on gravel as the salt-tinged wind tugged at her coat. The town of Seabrook stretched before her, its weathered cottages huddled like secrets against the cliffs. She hadn’t set foot here since…
The Hollow Veil
The air smelled of salt and decay when Lila first saw the girl in the mirror. It was 3:17 a.m., and the bathroom light buzzed like a trapped wasp. Lila’s reflection stared back, but the girl in the glass had…
The Hollow Veil
The saltwater air bit through Lila Voss’s jacket as she stood at the edge of the dock, her boots sinking into the damp wood. The ocean stretched endless ahead, its surface shimmering under the pale sun, but her eyes were…