The Shadow Code
The rain fell in sheets, turning the city into a blur of neon and shadow. Detective Mara Voss stood at the edge of the crime scene, her boots sinking into the puddles as she scanned the alley. The body lay…
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The Hollow Shore
Mara stepped off the creaking ferry, her boots sinking into the damp gravel of the harbor. The salt air stung her nose, sharp and familiar, like the scent of her father’s old coat. She hadn’t set foot in Ironclad Bay…
Whispers in the Pines
The rain fell in steady sheets as Mara stepped off the bus, her boots sinking into the muddy path leading to the town of Blackwood. The air smelled of wet pine and something sharper—oil, maybe, or decay. She pulled her…
The Silent Town
Mara stood at the edge of the pine forest, her boots sinking into the damp earth as the wind carried the scent of cedar and distant rain. The town of Black Hollow had always felt like a place suspended in…
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…
Whispers in the Pines
The first snow fell on the morning Mara returned to Blackwood, dusting the pine needles and frost-bitten branches with a brittle white sheen. She hadn’t set foot in the town since her brother’s disappearance ten years ago, but the letter—sealed…
Whispers in the Shadows
Clara stepped off the bus, her boots crunching on gravel as the wind tugged at her coat. The town of Black Hollow sat like a wound in the earth, its buildings hunched against the cold. She hadn’t set foot here…
Whispers in the Pines
The rain tapped the window like a stranger knocking for entry. Mara pulled her coat tighter, fingers brushing the cold glass. The town of Black Hollow had always felt like a place between worlds, its pines thick with secrets and…
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…
The Hollowed Veil
The morning air hung thick with the scent of rain-soaked earth and decaying leaves, a cloying perfume that clung to Clara’s coat as she stepped off the rusted bus. The town of Blackmoor sprawled before her, its crooked buildings leaning…
The Hollow Veil
The rain fell in sheets as Clara Voss stepped off the creaking bus, her boots sinking into the mud of Cedar Hollow’s main road. The town had not changed—a patchwork of sagging porches, rusted fences, and the acrid tang of…