The Hollow Veil
The air tasted like iron as Mara stepped off the bus, her boots crunching gravel underfoot. The town of Blackmoor clung to the hillside like a wound, its crooked buildings leaning toward each other as if sharing secrets. She hadn’t…
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Whispers in the Pines
The morning air smelled of pine resin and damp earth as Mara stepped off the rusted bus, her boots crunching on gravel. The town of Black Hollow lay sprawled below, its rooftops bleached by sun and time. She hadn’t returned…