The Hollowing
The first time Jessa found the key, it was buried in the dirt behind the old mill, rusted and cold to the touch. She dug it out with her fingers, nails breaking under the weight of the soil, and held…
Young Adult
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The Hollow Veil
The salt-kissed air of Marrow’s End clung to Elara’s skin as she trudged down the cobbled path, her boots crunching gravel like bones. The town’s fog-veiled silhouette stretched ahead, its crooked houses hunched like old women murmuring secrets. She hadn’t…
The Hollow Tide
Jordan found the journal beneath the floorboard of their father’s study, its leather cover cracked like dried mud. The air smelled of mildew and old paper, the kind that clung to your fingers. They didn’t remember the study having a…
The Keeper’s Silence
The lighthouse stood like a skeletal finger against the storm-churned sea, its white paint peeling in strips that fluttered in the wind. Mira tightened her grip on the rusted railing, her boots squelching in the mud as she climbed the…
The Last Lightkeeper
The salt air stank of diesel and decay when Maren stepped off the rusted ferry, her boots crunching over gravel as the tide gnawed at the dock’s splintered planks. The lighthouse loomed behind her, its white paint peeling like dead…
The Saltwater Code
Mara stepped out of the rusted sedan, her boots sinking into the damp gravel of the harbor. The air tasted of salt and diesel, sharp against her tongue. Three years had not softened the ache of this place—the way the…
The Silent Current
Maya’s boots sank into the damp sand as she stepped off the ferry, the brine-heavy air stinging her lungs. The town of Hollow’s End stretched before her, a collection of weathered cottages huddled against the cliffs like children clinging to…
The Hollow Veil
The storm broke at dawn, splitting the sky into jagged shards of gray. Lila stood at the edge of the woods, her boots sinking into mud as the wind clawed at her coat. The air reeked of wet pine and…
Deep Echo Cartography
## Trenchsong The salt spray stung Ardea’s face, a familiar slap across her skin. Below, the submersible *Charybdis* descended into Monterey Canyon, its powerful lights cutting through the perpetual twilight. Her fingers danced across the console, calibrating the hydrophones, each…
The Echo Weaver
## The Echo Weaver The fluorescent hum of Dr. Anya Sharma’s office tasted like stale coffee and anxiety. Rain hammered against the panoramic window, blurring the Seattle skyline into a watercolor wash of gray. Across from her, Leo Maxwell fidgeted…
Root & Wire
## Root & Wire The dust tasted like rust, clinging to Elara’s tongue as she walked the cracked earth of her family’s farm. Fifteen years old, and already a landscape sculptor, carving canyons in the parched soil with each weary…
Synchronicity
## Sunwood Bloom The hum started low, a vibration felt more than heard. It resonated deep in Elara’s bones as the hibernation chamber doors hissed open, revealing a sterile white room. She blinked, adjusting to the light, a prickle of…
Node Seven
## Node Seven The rain tasted metallic, a constant film on everything in Sector Gamma. Elara wiped her cheek with the back of her gloved hand, leaving a smear of grey against her skin. She’s been tasting it for fourteen…
Echo Bloom
## The Echo Bloom The lottery came at twenty-one. Everyone knew it. A chill settled over the cafeteria that day, even with the synthetic sun blazing down on the polymer tables. My name, Elara Vance, echoed through the hall—a tremor…
Lumina
## Lumina The hum vibrated through Riley’s bones, a low thrum that was as intrinsic to their existence as breathing. Seven towers loomed beyond the cultivation tank’s shimmering wall, stark grey monoliths against a horizon swallowed by an endless expanse…