Whispers in the Pines
The air smelled of damp earth and pine resin as Mara stepped off the rusted bus, her boots crunching on gravel. The town of Blackmoor clung to the hills like a shadow, its crooked buildings leaning against the wind. She…
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Whispers in the Pines
The rain fell in relentless sheets, turning the dirt path into a slick ribbon of mud. Lena Voss tightened her coat against the chill, her boots squelching with every step. The town of Black Hollow hadn’t changed in twenty years—except…