Whispers in the Pines
The air was thick with the scent of pine resin and damp earth as Clara Voss stepped off the creaking bus, her boots crunching over gravel. The town of Black Hollow lay sprawled before her, a patchwork of sagging porches…
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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…